Donal Mahoney
FATHER, AGAIN, PEERING
The final years dear Mother she
was never, well, what actors call "on location."
Physically, of course, we found her
everywhere: the parlor reading,
kitchen ironing, basement sweeping,
unlike Father whom we never found
though he was always there.
On Sundays when he went to Mass,
he stayed behind, peering.
Like Queeg, he stared forever
from under or behind whatever
he wasn't hiding in front of.
SONG FOR BALLYHEIGUE
County Kerry, Ireland
Twig fire limn
eight fairy
in a lour cave mouth
Four of whom
a tabor thrum
Four of whom
breathe zephyr
through wee fife
All of whom
leap star,
the joy of life
All of whom
sing lark,
the yet to come.
Donal Mahoney has had poems published in or accepted by The Wisconsin Review, The Kansas Quarterly, Revival (Ireland), The South Carolina Review, Commonweal, The Christian Science Monitor, The Beloit Poetry Journal, The Mid-America Poetry Review, The Davidson Miscellany, The Goddard Journal, The Pembroke Magazine, The Chicago Sunday Tribune Magazine, Sou'wester, Salt Lick, The Mustang Review, Obscurity and a Penny, The Road Apple Review, and elsewhere.
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