THE SOOTHING WORD Poem by Aifric Mac Aodha
THE SOOTHING WORD
The opening image commands belief:
thousands and thousands of mice
streaming in and out
of the railway tracks.
Waiting for the whistle to sound
it's felt under their bones.
Let the train come, in the end,
but before that: displacement.
Friday, October 12, 2018
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poems By Aifric Mac Aodha
Best Poems
Best Member Poems
Best Classical Poems
New Poems
New Poets
Best Member Poets
Best Classical Poets
Explore Poems
Explore Poets
Poem Of The Day
Love Poems
Baby Poems
Death Poems
Sad Poems
Birthday Poems
Wedding Poems
Nature Poems
Sorry Poems
Hero Poems
Poetry E-Books
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
1/12/2026 5:28:41 AM # 1.0.0
