It is to the phantasm that I speak
to the lyre
to its humour conjoined
to its bucolic lung
to it,
forever twinned
to the collapsing leaves,
of autumn bloody, bent and on her knees
She forages
for berries,
fruit,
and nuts.
She forages
while we lick our fattened gums,
while we guilty guard with guile,
the stockade full.
Copyright. Oisin Breen.
Oisin Breen, 36 is a poet, part-time academic in narratology and financial journalist. Dublin-born Breen's debut 'Flowers, all sorts in blossoms, figs, berries and fruits, forgotten' was released March 2020 by Hybrid Press. Breen has previously been published in journals such as Blue Nib, Seattle Star, The New English Review and Dreich magazine.