Dingle, Ireland

Donal Mahoney


 The bathroom carpet,

 wall to wall, is blue,

 the lightest blue,

 to complement

 the bowl and ceiling.


 Apropos the moment:

 I bend the waist

 and heave the gristle

 from last evening's steak.


 Tomorrow I shall row again

 to see those ancient men

 in caps and coveralls

 stand like statues

 while they talk

 and tap gold embers

 now and then

 from clay pipes

 forever glowing.


 I'll go there

 for the dinner hour

 to see them once again

 fork potatoes,

 whole and steaming

 in their peelings,

 from big kettles filled

 at dawn by crones

 forever kerchiefed

 and forever bent.


 Every morning

 you can hear the women

 sing their hymns

 a cappella

 as they genuflect and dip

 black kettles

 in the sometimes still

 sometimes foaming sea.            


Donal Mahoney, a native of Chicago, lives in St. Louis, Missouri.   He has worked as an editor for The Chicago Sun-Times, Loyola University Press and Washington University in St. Louis. He has had poems published in or accepted by The Wisconsin Review, The Kansas Quarterly, The South Carolina Review, Orbis Commonweal, The Christian Science Monitor, Revival, The Beloit Poetry Journal, The Istanbul Literary Review, The National Catholic Reporter, Tipton Poetry Journal, Poetry Super Highway, Public Republic and other publications.