Poet: Seirce Mhac Conghail

If I were to be anywhere drunk, dazzling the dusk time,

It would be in Rathmines

In that garden maze of red and old,

And the busy shopfronts docile in dark

Where foxes dive and dash with shadow wings 

In avenues wide as sky

There the teal dome looms like a ship,

Watchful as the moon.


There I knock on the door of night

It unclasps like a mouth 


Under the dim light of kitchen 

You look at me

I pet your cat 


I taste the copper 

Hear a car pass in the street outside

The cathedral roof is humming softly.


The stone in me is crumbled at the edges.

You blaze beneath the clock as your tongue ticks.


If I should place my lips to the cup

Would the heat be swallowed?


The kettle boils,

The steam is a curling caress


The courage it takes 

To cross an emptiness.


Seirce Mhac Conghail is a student of English and Irish at Trinity College Dublin. Their work has been previously published by Dodging The Rain, The Player, and Trinity Journal of Literary Translation.