Enmesh

I knew when I hung the black dress at Michaelmas.

My garden is alight. Light flows, a
slow transmogrification from blackish
grey to a popping green. Every little 
thing is in its place, nothing is too small. 
A blade of grass, dew-atop, is an amber
bead, an ornate knife blade.

The work of darknesses are done, for there
is more than one darkness in any life. 
Mine has been the violence of men.
I could feel yours feathering inches from my face.
I fell into your darkness like Alice through her glass.
There's a storm-polished red apple high, high 
in the neighbour's tree. Is it for me? 

I thought of you, of her, 
of the 'endless possibilities of love'—decided, no more!



Enmesh first published Washing Windows V, Women Revolutionise Irish Poetry 1975-2025. Editors, Nuala O' Connor and Alan Hayes.
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