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Welcome to Wednesday Words, where each week we’ll dazzle you with words from a variety of poets! This week’s poem comes from DS Maolalai, and one of his contributions to our Feminine Flower poetry submissions.
DS Maolalai recently returned to Ireland after four years away, now spending his days working maintenance dispatch for a bank and his nights looking out the window and wishing he had a view. His first collection, Love is Breaking Plates in the Garden, was published in 2016 by the Encircle Press. He has twice been nominated for the Pushcart Prize.
I am reading one of the books off her bedstand
while she lies next to me,
the night before. her head
is under a pillow
to block out all light
and hide away the scrape of page-turning
as I move from place
through some short story. the air
and quiet as a glass of water. light
catching the dust
like the past
locked in a room and forgotten.
is slipping from my fingers
with the assault of sleep
and for a while
I lie my own head down
and listen to her breath
coming muffled through cushion.
steady as a wind-up watch
or someone taking the leg off a table