John Dillon
The Silver Strand
You’ll take the feather out of her hand
and trace the lines of her palm. It’s not far
from the little finger to her thumb,
not far from floor boards to tip-toes.
You’ll see sand-flowers where the wrens ran
till the tide takes them home to give to lonely rocks
neither warm beneath nor cold above.
And she’ll hug you tight because she likes you,
and you’ll pick up feathers. They glisten –
John Dillon is an aspiring poet from Harvard University. He has also studied at Queen’s University in Belfast under the tutelage of Medbh McGuckian. He is presently working on his thesis which compares the medieval text, Buile Shuibhne, with a sequence of poems from Heaney’s Station Island. After finishing his degree, he hopes to pursue a PhD.
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