Poetry Blogs (SketchingInIreland)
McDaid’s Folk Club
We carefully stepped through the seated crowd,
she smiled in surprised delight
and pulled you down
to whisper invitingly.
I watched the young guitarist finger-pick,
thought about her possessive
hand placed on
your willing arm and felt sick.
Frances Macaulay Forde © 2003
(From 'Sketching in Ireland', written during 14 inspiring mo...
Sunday 3rd June 2018 4:11 am