Poetry Magazine
January Drought
It needn’t be tinder, this juncture of the year,
a cigarette second guessed from car to brush.
The woods’ parchment is given
to cracking asunder the first puff of wind.
Yesterday a big sycamore came across First
and Hawthorne and is there yet.
The papers say it has to happen,
if just as dribs and drabs on the asbestos siding.
But tonight is buckets of stars as hard and dry as dimes.
A month’s supper things stacks in the sink.
Tea brews from water stoppered in the bath
and any thirst carried forward is quenched thinking you,
piece by piece, an Xmas gift hidden
and found weeks after: the ribbon, the box.
I have reservoirs of want enough
to freeze many nights over.
Source: Poetry (March 2009).
Biography
Conor O’Callaghan is an Irish poet who teaches at Wake Forest University and Sheffield Hallam University in the UK. His most recent collection is Fiction (Wake Forest University Press, 2005).
Poem Categorization
SUBJECT Relationships, Love, Nature, Winter, Desire, Infatuation & Crushes
POET’S REGION Ireland
Poetic Terms Free Verse
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