Silt Whisper by Ailbhe Darcy

That summer one-eyed jacks were wild:
we learned new rules, left tea to brew.

Smoke stilled air. Leaves lay unturned.
Unemployment was another high.

I had been a storm in a polystyrene cup,
seeking scald, steam, instance, but now

We drew up lists; mapped out desire lines; skipped
interviews to collect blooms; paused before flight.

The only record of that time the silt of prophecy,
the memory of weight in our cupped hands.

For a short while we held the one breath:
I could never set it down.

From: http://www.theguardian.com/books/2012/sep/24/poem-week-silt-whisper-ailbhe-darcy

Date: 2010

By: Ailbhe Darcy (1981- )

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