Author of poetry collection All Island No Sea




POEMS
'The Sea Steals Our Picnic Blanket' – Why I Wear My Past to Work
and returns cling film cleansed. Scrub
your fingertips in the fairy-liquid waves,
my captured goodwill floats away in our lunchbox.
At the scene of the crime you tilt your soaked
face to evict ear-squatter sand, ask why
I had positioned us so close to the sea. Shells prise
my protestations. My eardrum bursts, wax surfs
on pulsing waves. Jellyfish fireworks
sting the sky. Rocks thud like bailiffs:
I’d dragged our blanket, four-course platter
and cava down to the shore. A downpour
threatened, even the tide was leaving.
But in a final assault it nicked our basket:
a week’s wages feeding the fishes. My wrists
freeze under my seaweed-soaked shirt.
Your pupils are beads from the seabed
drawn by nature’s net. I want to pick
at your best bits, before you leave again:
this open shell won’t close.
'Picking Olives' – All Island No Sea
I watch an elderly neighbour wilt, through our kitchen
window’s frosted glass. A tracksuited teenager
offers her water. My muddy fleece matches
the communal garden opposite, your bump
almost bigger than our packed fridge, spitting
out the snacks you crave. I’m wearing my best
smile, making a joke so funny that drivers
on the road below rubberneck; the open freezer
door reveals family photos, holiday magnets. I wash
salad, prepare olives. You shriek, we’re clutching stomachs,
and I hear neighbours in the garden tearing up
roots. I’m viewing our lives from under our spot-
light; planting olive pits and watching you grow –
our little one kicking; changing life as we know.