My Daughter in Winter Costume

girl in parka painting by Lizzie

painting by Elizabeth Desiree Torbet

 

Here is a wonderful villanelle from the Irish poet Mary O’Donoghue:

MY DAUGHTER IN WINTER COSTUME

after John Storrs’ sculpture (1922)

 

She is sealed like a bomb in her anorak.

Her face is flushed fruit under the hood.

She’s already moving away. I want to call her back.

 

At nine in the morning the sky is blue-black.

I think of hard falls, split lips, her blood.

But she’s sealed like a bomb in her anorak,

 

and shouting to friends on the tarmac,

a yardful of children, a tide,a flood

already moving away. I want to call her back,

 

I’m faint, suddenly starved with the lack

of her,and determined that she should

know, all sealed like a bomb in her anorak.

 

Grip the wheel. Radio on.The yakety-yak

of today’s talking heads on How to Be Good.

The morning is moving away. I want to call her back.

 

This is what it’s like to be left slack,

the cord frayed like I knew it would.

She is sealed like a bomb in her anorak,

already moved away, and I can’t call her back.

 

 

 

© 2011, Mary O’Donoghue From: Shine On: Irish Writers for Shine Publisher: Dedalus Press, Dublin, 2011, 978-1-906614-47-8

 

 

 

 

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