![]() ![]() Mr Ed and The Fugitive arrived, and so did the distance between neighbours that television brought. The meitheal, the stations mass, faded away. Then, how he rockedĪ way of life was ending. Their skin popping apart in licks of sweat as they slid The air around them simmered with animal odour To the marvel of his backside, cool flesh balloon-soft. Her hands trailed down the tapered camber of his waist My Parents’ First Night, 1955 is a poem where I imagine their first sexual encounter: Sex was a cause of anxiety, and from the discord between my parents, often over trivial things, I understood that sexual frustration was part of their unhappiness. I learned that sex was something a woman had to endure rather than enjoy. I remembered snatches of conversations where my mother and her sister discussed men. In that poem, I compare them to Bonnie and Clyde, born to live the half-life of delinquents. She sneaked into his room like a criminal, leaving me alone and feeling betrayed. ![]() ![]() I felt sorry for them, their young lives and bodies, and their ‘safe period’ game that I didn’t understand – some nights she slept with me, some nights with him. They married in 50s Ireland, a repressive and insular place where sex was sinful. They resemble gangsters from a black-and-white film, an image that contrasts their culture with mine, influenced by American TV shows. Their wedding photo is the first poem where my parents appear together the title is On The Run In Dreary Eden. The writing led me into the heart not just of my mother but also her era, her relationship with my father, with change and how she and my father were unprepared, or unwilling or unable to adapt to the tremendous social change that Ireland underwent in the 60s. Poems that began as celebrations of landscape led to poems that show me being uneasy in her landscape, and she alienated in mine. I saw my mother as an outsider in both Galway and Limerick, and my homeplace was not her place. Customs were changing, and forming bonds with new, scattered neighbours was harder. My mother left rural Galway and never felt at home in rural Limerick, where I grew up. I had to continue writing to learn more about our relationship. I learned that closeness did not define my bond with my mother – though a child loves until taught otherwise. It was hard to revisit those memories through the lens of art and uncover uncomfortable truths, but they enabled me to see my mother more fully and complexly. I realised that my mother missed her old life on a farm, and she regretted the loss of the traditions of that time – churning butter, slaughtering the pig – a harsh, beautiful, primal way of life. You can look up "Trieste Publishing" in categories that interest you to find other titles in our large collection.In poems about travelling from Co Limerick to her childhood home in Co Galway, a place embodied by my grandmother’s kitchen and back kitchen, I uncovered my first understanding of my mother. To ensure a high-quality product we have: thoroughly reviewed every page of all the books in the catalog repaired some of the text in some cases, and rejected titles that are not of the highest quality. Our titles are produced from scans of the original books and as a result may sometimes have imperfections. About us Trieste Publishing's aim is to provide readers with the highest quality reproductions of fiction and non-fiction literature that has stood the test of time. Titles include: A London plane-tree, and other verse, A selection from the love poetry of William Butler Yeats, Alfred Tennyson, Andrew Marvell, 1621-1678, Tercentenary Tributes, Ballads from Scottish History, Dante Gabriel Rossetti, Irish Poems, Lays of the Highlands and Islands, Matthew Arnold's Notebooks, Poems (Emily Bront ), Poems of Robert Browning, Poems of Wordsworth, Shelley and Keats, Poems, Chiefly in the Scottish Dialect, and Rupert Brooke and Skyros. About the Book Books about English Poetry have a long history, beginning with Anglo-Saxon poetry, through the Middle Ages and the Elizabethan period of William Shakespeare, followed by The Romantic Movement, Scottish Romanticism, and the Welsh Renaissance. ![]()
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