A bomb explodes –
blood, bone,
flesh, watermelon:
mixed on a tear soaked
palette –
yet the… Carry on reading
The Meeting
– John Hewitt01/11/09
– John HewittShe was married on 01/11/09
To a man most fine,
Of older traditions,
Much older than mine.
My God,… Carry on reading
Comfort Food
– John HewittWhen the room empties,
It starts to fill:
Fills with a space
Forged from a place you feel
… Carry on reading
IV
– John HewittThis is all so new:
throbbing buds, so delicate.
Pink, breezy Spring time.
Warming caramel;
making sounds with fresh… Carry on reading
Imbolc
– John HewittMy great- grandfather
would have been proud
of me today:
I rescued a lamb,
trailing half-in half-out,
flapping… Carry on reading
A Tuesday Morning Sonnet
– John HewittThe sky the shade of a robin’s egg.
Vaporous lines: the signs of air travel
That criss and cross to… Carry on reading
Just Once
– John HewittCould I, just once, stop and take a breath;
For an instant, free
Of tutting and head-shaking
For what… Carry on reading
The Clock
– John Hewitt‘Attention!’: sentinel,
erect, watching my
every move.
It has done so now
for years; from boy
to man,… Carry on reading
To the Doctor, Wrapped in Salmon
– John HewittI took her to the doctor today,
Wrapped in a salmon scarf;
Illuminating the face where one can
Still… Carry on reading
The Chair
– John HewittFrom seed to sitting:
how the mighty have fallen;
yet now forming its own verb
it appears throne-like.
If… Carry on reading