Storm Diary

Sat, Mar 1, 2014, 01:00

Wind from the east is a banshee wailing

at the door, from the west a howling chimney.

The worst nights, the car is tense as a cat.

The two of us are there at the centre

of force nines shaking the gate and rattling

the loose slates of our insistence:

we have made the right choice. Hours of telly,

journal entries, phone calls from outside

pass our time in the lighthouse with a query

(even as the whitethorns I planted knuckle

down and shy away from standing straight).

How many winters before our hearts are

twisted? And the wind answers: by the time

you know that, it will already be too late.


From Carnival Masks ( Gallery Books )

Seán Lysaght’s latest collection, Carnival Music , has just been published by Gallery Books.