of an Athenry graveyard; I see
your fiddle fingers flying as you navigate
whistle, banjo, or playing
our piano, Whispering Hope-
And you briskly brush by me and say:
'I'm leaving you my Mandolin'.
And I think of you so full of song,
so lush with life. And I see us crossing town
chanting about big and bright stars
Deep in the heart of Texas.
I do not think of you as playing
second violin; I see
your maidenly warmth flow
through my blind umbilical grip.
You are not lying in that wet clay,
for it is a starry night now and we
are walking hand in hand under the Arch
and you are shining harmoniously down on me.
Sally McHugh lives in Galway, Ireland. She likes Art and all kinds of creative pursuits. She started attending a weekly poetry workshop in Galway in 2017 and had her first poetry publication, ‘Dunmore East’ published in ROPES Literary Magazine later that year. In her day job she is a PhD researcher at the National University of Ireland, Galway. She is looking forward to coming to San Francisco in the U.S. in 2019 as a Fulbright Creative-Ireland Museum Fellow.