No Drama


No Drama

we don't dock;

we slam the boat

on the edge of a pebbled mudslide,

our shoes sinking

and leaking in water,

the landscape

some unpleasant dirt

with grass.

we pick bags off the bottom, bacon

and small beer, trudge

and try a fire

a little way from lakeside. our sky

in stalemate with islands,

grey and dull, lazy

and very heavy. this

had been a chance

at holiday.

hands gone, like candles

on a radiator. city boys

stumbled in wilderness - and we are not hunting

because none of us

likes doing that. Ireland - cold

and no drama

in anything; no rocks making interesting

shapes. the fire

hides beneath our barbecue,

squat and unassuming,

like a rabbit, frightened

in frozen scrub.

Diarmuid ó Maolalaí

A little about myself; I'm a graduate of English Literature from Trinity College in Dublin and recently returned there after four years abroad in the UK and Canada. I have been writing poetry and short fiction for the past five or six years with some success. My writing has appeared in such publications as 4'33', Strange Bounce and Bong is Bard, Down in the Dirt Magazine, Out of Ours, The Eunoia Review, Kerouac's Dog, More Said Than Done, Star Tips, Myths Magazine, Ariadne's Thread, The Belleville Park Pages, Killing the Angel and Unrorean Broadsheet, by whom I was twice nominated for the Pushcart Prize. I have also had my work published in two collections; 'Love is Breaking Plates in the Garden' and 'Sad Havoc Among the Birds'

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