Two Poems by Seán Body

Let This Be The Day

(for Ruth on the birth of baby, Iris)

 

I wake to birds:

winged alleluias weaving light;

east to west a golden Sanskrit.

 

Let this be the day

long foreshadowed

snatched back;  the day

obdurate hope triumphs.

 

My bare-knuckle bruiser

let this be the day

your long voyage tumbles

into light;  starved eyes smile

and lives that seeped away

bring you wriggling to me.

 

Let this be the day.

 

When pain overwhelms

let me be reborn

mother:

those claiming fingers

soft as swansdown

their forever hold.

 

Let this be the day

joy breaks my heart;

but oh

how it sings!

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Iris — One Year Old

 

You open doors on wonder

let light flood in: a conjuror

amazed by your own skill.

 

On your back you griddle-dance

babble epics;

roll over, skitter-crawl.

 

But standing’s more fun:

you rifle hidey-holes;

bum-dive, release laughter.

 

Little usurper

you make all things yours.

Teach us

 

to see through your eyes

be ever in the moment;

let your energy restore us.

 

Together we sail seas of mystery

find new lands

invent tongues.

 

Now you gift your open arms

laughing, toss them

to the sun-blind sky;

 

let fall a shower of Iris.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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