Poetry Time: Threads…

Most regulars will know we don’t do a lot of poetry here. Paradox, irony, humour are all things we’re in deficit of. But I’m make an exception for this concise piece from Fermanagh ex pat Ian Acheson, who’s been putting up his output on his blog from the last twenty years…

This piece is called threads, and predates the flag crisis. But there’s some resonances in it for what’s been coming apart over the last few months:


We took Narcissus
For our patron saint,
Coming apart at the seams
In our abbreviate cantons,
With no great persuasion.
Our unrequited fealty,
Our nuclear paranoia
Needs a broader canvass
Than the frayed edges
Of this Kingdom will allow.

Mick is founding editor of Slugger. He has written papers on the impacts of the Internet on politics and the wider media and is a regular guest and speaking events across Ireland, the UK and Europe. Twitter: @MickFealty