At the poet’s reading people sit,
read the paper before she begins.
They read about portraits;
the unflattering portrait of
a pregnant princess and the
true portrait of a dead ‘sir’
with a catalogue of crimes.
There is a revolt against both.
These portraits are unearthed
in the museum’s downstairs
lecture hall. Upstairs the works
of Irish artists sleep where we
would have sat if the reading
had not been oversubscribed.
There is an uprising in poetry today.
We wait to hear the poet’s
observations of events, flukes ...