That was one way to stop the music
avoiding the hot shoe shuffle,
all those bright dancing knives.
Is this how you land
when human wings are broken?
Already sleeping, already gone, long
before the real kiss of concrete,
the mask held still, eternal,
in front of your ever twisting wires.
Peadar O’Donoghue has been published in several journals including Poetry Ireland Review, Bare Hands Poetry and The Burning Bush. His poetry collection Jewel, described as 'remarkable for its variety, playfulness and skill,' was published by Salmon in 2012. He founded, runs, and edits The Poetry Bus Magazine, an innovative journal of art, fiction and poetry. Peadar is also an accomplished photographer, and his images have been published in The Stinging Fly, Magma and The Dubliner and elsewhere. You can follow him on Twitter here and keep up with The Poetry Bus on Facebook here
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