Salt words dissolve into the sound of rain
When I was younger I remember
Looking through the window blinds while outside
A snowman mouthed silent phrases in return
One day walking home from school
Past a long dry bone and a human tongue
I remember putting a lighted match
To my thumbnail and watching it catch and flame
Dreams turn into memories
Salt words dissolve into the sound of rain.
The droplets plummet from the new born leaves
Parachute the garden on the wing
Till sunshine bears the burden of the spring
The forgetting of wisdom
Thoughts spill faster than ink from my pen
Leading to irregularities in
My fonted letters and imagination
Death is coming for the blank generation
Plug in the telecaster and play loud while you can
Salt words dissolve into the sound of rain.
Michael Conaghan is a Belfast based poet who has performed and been widely published in magazines as varied as Fortnight Magazine and the London Magazine. He is a writer and director with the Fourth Wall Theatre company and also works as a Bookseller where he has organised many poetry events.