The Poet Meets the Journo

THE POET MEETS THE JOURNO All right, so I introduced you to each other, She, sotto voce, with sweet piercing alter Ego and intransigent integral and inviolate Laws, you with your collection of newspaper Cuttings of riots, strikes, and the dialectical Alternative: mottled eyes and the poor man’s pudding Of truth, flavoured with salt fish loneliness. In the dim furls of the watchman’s banner The night was just ending, so go to it - Discern why I separately loved you. As I make my way home by myself, The pure gold of my honourable gesture Will shine like an Indian summer on a child, Be meditation for your spirit on our silent spring. By Rosemarie Rowley Published in IN MEMORY OF HER, Dublin, 2008