Martin O'Neill Poems
What Price Literacy?
An extraordinary time you have waited
Quiet, in no kind of rush
You must be pleased now that it's over
Your time in the African bush
The grass stalks that rippled around you
The animals passing you by
The fierce yellow sun beating down
From the blue of your African sky.
When you finally burst into flower,
In blossoms of yellow and red
The eight year old girl who unearthed you
Couldn't read the notice that said
Dust motes float, trapped.
Suspended in the timeless amber
Of a sepia Wednesday.
The cheap carriage clock, tarnished
Tocks into the silent hum of the day.
A fly drones, settles.
Eileen rises from her chair
With more grace than of late, lightly