A woman runs along city rooftops holding her hat

19/11/2016

She flits past blackened angels,
chimneys higher than houses,
walls heavy with wealth.

She holds a soft hat to her head,
the coat fantails behind.
She flies blithely by
grinning stone, blind eyes,
until she comes to the iron railing,
the awful drop to the street.

She swerves like a gull,
jubilant above the hissing day.

Published in Census, The Third Seven Towers Anthology (Seven Towers Agency, 2012)

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Padraig O'Morain

I have been writing poetry since around 1990. My work has appeared in Irish and British literary journals and has been published as a collection in The Blue Guitar (Salmon Poetry, 2011) and previously in a short collection called You've Been Great (Smith/Doorstop, 2008) which won a Poetry Business prize the previous year. I have an MA in English and Creative Writing from Lancaster University.

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