pd lyons

Herding Goats In Ithaca

She went a way up into the high lands.
She had wounds to nourish.
Ghosts to speak to.
Her own kind to avoid.

On The Bridge

Snakes and swallows
Stonewalls
Sleeping sweet
Cut grass
Moves

Pregnant girl
White dress puffing flags
All soft and
White and chocolate and cream

Sunlight mixes
Red-breasted finches
Nest of old ivy
Under the trestles

PD Lyons has been writing for a long time and hopes to continue for even longer; work has appeared in mags and zines in North America and UK, and two collections of poetry published by Lapwing Belfast. Please visit PD’s blog for poetry publishing info and new releases.

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