‘My Mother’s Reserve’ by Fiona Larkin

My Mother’s Reserve after W B Yeats An ash-banked spark, her Lissadell: a small domestic match would fire the turf, and catch her memorising. Rhymes compel. See her break off, to write a life in medical vocabulary, responsibilities undreamt of in Castlebar or Foxford. She weighs the babies, annotates new-birth visits, progress checks, dispenses care and calm advice in rosehip syrup, infant milk, vaccine laced … Continue reading ‘My Mother’s Reserve’ by Fiona Larkin

‘L’Esprit de l’Escalier’ by Fiona Larkin

L’Esprit de l’Escalier I’m virtually bilingual. My adopted tongue’s l’esprit de l’escalier, belated repartee. My adopted tongue’s effortlessly en retard, belated repartee spins a fluent ghost. Effortlessly en retard, my next riposte’s a wraith, another fluent ghost, she whispers down the hall. My next riposte’s a wraith, she twirls around the newel, she whispers down the hall and flicks her phantom cloak. She twirls around … Continue reading ‘L’Esprit de l’Escalier’ by Fiona Larkin