Pudding
Maybe he slops
in the urgency of life
clinically
slips
cause to effect
blows words
like chewing-gum
until they burst
or maybe
he’s steaming
pudding
language
swept
into tidy mounds –
verbs
become actions –
the fear
of plastic
the disappointing
ambition
of limbs then
the inescapable
arrow
of taste
Things We Left Behind
the days we talked
of dreams and umbrellas,
letters we wrote
open on a dresser
read
and then denied –
knees cut on glass
a blue bandage
never to be eaten
but to unravel quietly
in a foreign kitchen,
the confidence of distance,
chrysalis of fear
and the orchestra
of noisy silence
turning up the volume.
— by Maurice Devitt
Copyright ©2012, by Maurice Devitt. All Rights Reserved.
A student at Mater Dei in Dublin, Maurice Devitt just completed an MA in Poetry Studies. He recently short-listed for both the Cork Literary Review and Listowel Writers’ Week Poetry Collection Competitions, placed third in The Joy of Sex competition and long-listed for the Doire Press Chapbook Competition. During 2011 he was short-listed for both the Fish Poetry prize and the Cork Literary Review Manuscript Competition, and was also runner-up in the Phizzfest poetry competition. Over the past twelve months Maurice has had poems accepted by Orbis, Abridged, Moloch, Revival, Boyneberries, Paraxis, Weary Blues, thefirstcut, Stony Thursday, Ofi Press, Bluepepper, The Weekenders and Smiths Knoll and is working towards a first collection.