Danny Fahey's Writing: Progress:

Danny Fahey's Writing: Progress:: The tin box paper picture-covered for marketability inside the crumbled biscuits golliwogs or teddy bears broken into fragments of the o...

Progress:

The tin box
paper picture-covered for marketability
inside the crumbled biscuits
golliwogs or teddy bears
broken into fragments of the original shape
plucked by my fingers
or a sister’s, or brother’s
each of us seeking the largest fragments
not just out of greed
by because the largest took us closest
to the whole image, the teddy bear, the golliwog, the fantasy
of possessing the whole in form.

The tin box
purchased in the knowledge
the contents were shattered
cheaper that way, less competition, the whole
a prize for richer purses – mother always
found the cheapest example
to make her tattered purse stretch further
than our seven stomachs, ignored us
when we complained occasionally,
never acknowledged that we looked guiltily
at lunchboxes overflowing with colours
we had never seen.

The tin box
has gone the way of so many things
replaced in a rush
like so much
with plastic wrappers that are not
part of the journey the way that tin box had been
and cannot house
the small toy soldiers of mine
the swap cards of a sister
or the model kits of a brother,
cannot be banged as a drum,
unable to be used in a myriad of ways.

A wrapper is unwrapped
discarded, dead it lays,
a crinkle in time
to be crunched up
and tossed into the bin,
never seen again.

Danny Fahey's Writing: Solid:

Danny Fahey's Writing: Solid:: Hands push through language tossed out as garbage, harsh vowels clash, sharpened swords thirsty for a touché! As the sun sets in...

Solid:

Hands push through language
tossed out as garbage,
harsh vowels clash, sharpened swords
thirsty for a touché!
As the sun sets into another evening
bottles rattle,
glass threatens to erupt,
to find the liquid lost in an alchemist’s trap.

Nothing changes.

Everything evolves into nuanced silhouettes
of the original,
a mannequin of airs and courtesies
that hide the daggers of truth and desire.

On the ground,
back to the grass and dirt,
ears listen to the whisper
of return.

Eyes push through the clouds
and unseen hope
into the fancy
everything is as solid as can be.

Danny Fahey's Writing: Understand

Danny Fahey's Writing: Understand: Balance a star in the palm of a hand, give in utterly to its demand awaken the enormity of distance understand. Stand at the edge of ...

Understand

Balance a star
in the palm of a hand,
give in utterly to its demand
awaken the enormity of distance
understand.

Stand at the edge
of two lands
animal…god
given every chance
given none.

Wings to soar
weights to drown
loves deeper than an ocean
yet offers to the same
a heart of sand.

Calculate a star
in the palm of a hand
be reckless to its demand
travel that immense void
understand.

Inhabit both lands
that which was
that which might have been
divorcing the two
dwell the choices made.

Danny Fahey's Writing: Deserted:

Danny Fahey's Writing: Deserted:: The empty streets haunt place years upon my lungs and my heart, fallow now once verdant once full of rabbits and weeds of sunflowers s...