TOAST
No lovelier city than all of this.
Cork city, your early morning kiss:
peeled oranges and white porcelain,
midsummer Sunday mists
that scatter before breakfast.
Mass bells are pealing in every district,
in the Latin quarter of St Lukes,
the butter quartier of Blackpool.
Each brass appeal calls to prayer
our scattered books and utensils,
the newly blessed who've put on clothes.
Why have I been as lucky as this?
to have one so meticulous
in love, so diffident yet close
that the house is charged with kinetic peace.
Like a secret lover, I should bring
you bowls of fresh roses, knowing
that you would show them how to thrive.
Lucky it's Sunday, or I'd have
to raid the meter for spare shillings!
Or, maybe I should wash my filthy socks,
fret at the curtains, iron clothes,
like you after Sunday breakfast.
Normal things run deep, God knows,
like love in flat-land, eggs on toast.
Thomas McCarthy
Page 416 - The Penguin Book of Contemporary Irish Poetry
I've had this poem sitting in my Draft folder for many months. I love the line Normal things run deep, God knows and the idea of a house charged with kinetic peace. Thomas McCarthy's poem The Phenomenology of Stones is one I return to often.
This week's editor on the Tuesday Poem hub is Canberra-based poet P.S. Cottier
with Someone forgot to tell the fish - 'a 'slippery little thing that evades easy categorization'
by fellow Australian Hal Judge
"Someone forgot courtesy and politeness. Someone forgot to rinse off the weed killer. Someone forgot to turn off the billing software. Someone forgot to rent the crowd. Someone forgot to tell the owners of the 4 million cars sold in China. Someone forgot to bring the Zombie-Killing Manual. Someone forgot to tighten the sidestay shackle. Someone forgot to tell Rocky. Someone forgot to strap down the ammo case. Someone forgot to install it. Someone forgot to tell the Arabs it’s our oil under their sand. Someone forgot to use lube. Someone forgot to tell me about labour pain. Someone forgot to declare 60 share transactions. Someone forgot to plug my biohazard suit. . . "
To read more and for links to other Tuesday Poets, please click on the quill!
