Standing here, Upon a meadow Disrupted by white noise, I am an expression of rage. And if I must die, I will be survived By the shards of a million velvet dresses. Yet I cannot revel in this expanse, So, in lieu of love, I laugh, And cry deconstructed tears. And behind a veil Of skilfully woven innocence, I gnash my teeth on red wine, For I remain boastful Of my hungry, spewing, rushing, Agonising tilts amongst the lilac trees, And of how we complimented Each other’s supple shapes.
Irish poet, academic, and financial journalist, Oisín Breen’s debut, Flowers, all Sorts in Blossom, Figs, Berries and Fruits Forgotten was released March, 2020. Breen has been published widely, including in About Place, the Blue Nib, Books Ireland, the Seattle Star, La Piccioletta Barca, the Bosphorus Review of Books, In Parentheses, the Madrigal, and Dreich.