Donal Mahoney

 

Near North Side: Chicago

Where will the lovely lady go
on her diurnal walk?
One child in 30 years she bore,
now they do not talk.
Supple, firm, her lithe legs are,
young men wheel and gawk.
A husband left her money, though,
a poodle, too, to walk.




Straight in His Caneback Chair

       Ireland to America, long ago

In this Kerrymanís eyes
you can still see
big ships sail
and lighthouses flicker
light years away.
Heís 70 today
and sits tombstone straight
in his caneback chair.
He waves at the flake
hanging from his nose,
misses and curses.
Itís his first curse of the day
and heís ready now for anything,
an ancient ram braced for the British
climbing through the mist.
His children, parents themselves now,
sit in his parlor, silent around him.
When they hear that first curse,
they know itís 20 years earlier
and Father is calling
a big meeting of the Family.
They shift in their chairs
as his eyes and his words
whiz around the room
like bees liquored up
looking for something to sink into.
 

Copyright © 2009 Donal Mahoney

  Donal Mahoney, a native of Chicago, lives in St. Louis, Missouri U.S.A.. He has worked as an editor for The Chicago Sun-Times, Loyola University Press and Washington University in St. Louis. He has had poems published in or accepted by The Wisconsin Review, The Kansas Quarterly, The South Carolina Review, The Beloit Poetry Journal, Commonweal, Revival (Ireland), The Istanbul Literary Review (Turkey), Poetry Friends, Poetry Super Highway, The Tower Journal, Pirene's Fountain (Australia), Public Republic (Bulgaria), and other publications.