You look down from the shelves,
a photograph in black and white—
Hughes to your right hand, Heaney
to your left. I sit where you sat—
sifting through sheets in search
of your signature. Is it true
you were afraid of the sea?
When it gets dark, I find myself
afraid of you. I sweep your work
back to the source, to the cold
of the carriage return, the slap
of the keys against the ribbon
as I push each letter back
to Olympia. You look down
from above as I punch
out the weight of each word.
We workshop well
into the night.
Judy O’Kane’s pamphlet, Olympia, is published by Clutag Press. She holds an MA in poetry from the Seamus Heaney Centre at Queen's University Belfast and a PhD from UEA
a photograph in black and white—
Hughes to your right hand, Heaney
to your left. I sit where you sat—
sifting through sheets in search
of your signature. Is it true
you were afraid of the sea?
When it gets dark, I find myself
afraid of you. I sweep your work
back to the source, to the cold
of the carriage return, the slap
of the keys against the ribbon
as I push each letter back
to Olympia. You look down
from above as I punch
out the weight of each word.
We workshop well
into the night.
Judy O’Kane’s pamphlet, Olympia, is published by Clutag Press. She holds an MA in poetry from the Seamus Heaney Centre at Queen's University Belfast and a PhD from UEA