Seas Were Made to Be Sailed Across
You look a lot like
When your blood boils down to it,
altar-boy back bone mixed with
Velvet carpets never looked so appealing.
Your 'dream-bigger' stage.
Growing has to happen sometime,
and seas were made to be sailed across but
water tastes better from homebuilt taps.
August always used to be best
but these days,
March and April won't stop bickering for your attention.
You admit, it couldn't be better than this,
but Irish blood will always miss
So I know you'll go back
look into the glass
filled with black.
Rain is only worth it if it's willing to lash
and you'll drown in it,
with a content smile,
aging lines placed
delicately either side.
Because this soil you're sinking in
your dad's leftovers
of your mum's cooking
and the sweet shop they ran
next to the front room.
by Saoirse Lennon