• David Wyman

"Irish Laughter"


For my mother

Irish laughter, breaking glass,

and where you are now. Perhaps

in this book?

In the words ‘a figure

glided quietly from

bed to bed,

smoothing a blanket,

settling a pillow,’

every night

naming each of us

in your prayers? About

4:36 AM, I see you on my couch.

A firefly, whispering love

as a tonic to adversity…

This only days after the Super

Blood Moon

lunar eclipse…Souls

of the dead sometimes return to us

as birds. Like your two cardinals did.

But when I step out into the cold now

the trees are birdless.

It’s your laughter we’ve come to hear.

It’s the light, in all of our rooms.

David Wyman's first poetry collection Proletariat Sunrise was published by Kelsay Books in 2017. His poems have appeared or are forthcoming in BlazeVOX, Dissident Voice, Clockwise Cat, Picaroon Poetry, Down In The Dirt, The Voices Project, Squawk Back, Tuck Magazine, The Aurorean, Zombie Logic Review, S/WORD and Genre: Urban Arts among other publications. He's a fan of Karl Marx, jazz guitar and the visionary poetry of William Blake. He lives in Massachusetts where he teaches American Literature and Composition at Mount Wachusett Community


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