Saturday, February 5, 2011

Another Nail in the Old Wooden Coffin

Another Nail in the Old Wooden Coffin

I’ll read another book,
write another poem,
strum another song.

There are always words to entertain us,
that pageantry of language
stringing moments and events together,
a tapestry of time and recollection
where tradition and modernism meet.

I’ll learn another word
and lace another bead onto my necklace,
worn tight at times
to check out the lines,
a strangled actor
trying to make it to the second act,
frantically looking across the theatre
for any sign of an interval.
The play continues,
and I pluck another nail out from my coffin
just to hammer another board onto the stage.
I’ll rip these boards up,
only to be buried in them again.
--Born at the tail end of the seventies in Northern Ireland, Colin Dardis is a poet, artist, and sometimes musicians. He edits Speech Therapy, an online zine focusing on poetry from Ireland and beyond. He is also the co-ordinator of Make Yourself Heard, an open mike poetry night.

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