Ronnie McGinn's Poetry Page

There is an internal magic to this weeks poem, its image hoovers above the page, an image bigger and stronger than the words, it's as if everything is happening outside the black and white lines and the writing is clairvoyant, calling spirit meanings, that reach out and touch us.

The poem comes from Francis O'Keeffe, a busy housewife and mother of six children in Douglas, Cork Ireland.

Francis is a member of the Douglas Writters' Group and is no stranger to the pen. She has written a number of plays, among them some very successful stage productions. She has also written many short stories and poems.

An Ordinary House

after the funeral
the fiddle case
lies closed
on his chair,
memories of old tunes
sleeping
in silent strings

outside the lavender hedge
sweet scents
the air,
flowers spill seed
in trust of
new life,
same as ever.

head lying on
his old shoes,
his dog quietly
greves,
no sound but
lonely rumbling
breath.

all changed and yet
his stuff still there,
still so familiar.
making the tea
she almost
set a cup for him

© Francis O'Keeffe