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My midsummer poem for 2014

Frog Games

Mamo__a__story_of_geraldine_plunkett_dillon_by_isolde_obrolchain_carmodyby Isolde ÓBrolcháin Carmody22 Jun 2014

Someone threw the sun so high
It hung above impossibly long

The weeds climbed on each other’s shoulders
Clamouring to catch it
As full-leaved trees shoulder one another
In their eon-speed dance

Roses have paused on the in-breath
Tight-lipped, transfixed
Though others have let their last notes
Trail off, their song dropped

Strawberries and mint scrabble
Filching ground-space while nobody’s looking
And spread themselves, sun-bathing,
Stretched out flat as cats

But the sun has reached the peak of its parabola
And accellerates back down
Its splash of landing slaps daytime
From horizon to horizon

The tide of light
Bulges into the northern quarter
Spattering us with midnight warmth
And smears our window to the stars