He styles her Blessed, Beloved,
straddles her to feel her exquisite torque;
when she won’t turn over he wheedles
in tones a spinster might use on a cat:
‘Whisha, come on, girl, be good now.’
She thrums to life...
we climb up to fog
where the Plain of Lombardy
is not plain
they are talking about sleet
it sounds like the end
the station clock
by Benito Mussolini
the time is 1922
but we’re not going
to Roma Termini
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Founded in 1991, the Irish Writers’ Centre is the national resource centre for Irish literature. Our mission is to support and promote writers at all stages of their development, however we welcome all...