{"id":832,"date":"2025-07-12T07:25:26","date_gmt":"2025-07-12T07:25:26","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.openbook.org.uk\/chainlink\/?p=832"},"modified":"2025-07-12T07:25:26","modified_gmt":"2025-07-12T07:25:26","slug":"tuesday-shannon-three-poems","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.openbook.org.uk\/NLR\/2025\/07\/12\/tuesday-shannon-three-poems\/","title":{"rendered":"Tuesday Shannon – Three Poems"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

On Belper Bridge<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

At the plunge three blackened alder snags
reach for this final January morning.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Unwavering against the crushing flow, water
froths at each darkened trunk.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A magpie circles, swoops,
settles on a branch.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It is four weeks since you died.
The current persists.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Leaving Brighton<\/strong>
Insert Dedication Here<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sunset tinges the sea fog blood orange.
We drive the full length of the promenade then
uphill \u2013 uphill \u2013 uphill \u2013
meeting the motorway as night settles.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In the inconsistent light of other people\u2019s headlamps
I study the line of your profile \u2013
furrowed brow, pout pensive,
as we talk about the things we\u2019ve shared,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

the things we haven\u2019t \u2013 grief, love, loss, relief.
Our silences infrequent but familiar,
when I can\u2019t find the words:
You don\u2019t have to tell me. I know.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

An Loch Seunta, D\u00fan Omhain<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

For Paris<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

We are women now. Combing
the shoreline, sifting through bladderwrack
and barnacled shingle, searching
for seashells.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We fill hands and pockets with bone-white
scallop halves, occupants long evicted;
find one intact, marvel at the imperfect symmetry
of damage and wear each side of the hinge.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Tuesday Shannon<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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