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.
Author Bio:
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.