That your language was like a sand sewn into my lips,
Cobwebbed into marrow —
My fossil memories.
Your words were furrows on my brow,
My pietas unhusked in a cliché.
I forgot too
How our bodies grimaced before my womb
became an eidolon of genesis —
And when by the final count,
we became the water that poured from your eyes.
Roisin Ní Neachtain is an emerging Irish poet and artist with Asperger’s. She was born in Geneva, Switzerland
and briefly studied at the National College of Art and Design in Dublin.
She runs a blog featuring interviews with women artists and her work is in international private collections.
She is currently working on her first collection of poetry. Her poetry appears in NationalPoetryMonth.ca 2020 Ode to the Small.