They give me plums,
But I leave them aside;
I leave them alone
They fill and darken
A sweetness this side of wrong,
I accept them
One by slithering one
Into my mouth,
Licking the liquid flesh from the bones,
Collecting the stones.
* Kathy D’Arcy lives in Cork where she is involved in youth work with homeless teenagers. Bradshaw Books published her collection The Wild Pupil. She regularly performs her work alone and as part of the group Catch the Moon.
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