Pauline Fayne

Pauline Fayne Poems

Forced by the mentors of madness
to walk the nerve-taut tightrope of the mind,
I find its centre, stand
ceaselessly watching my watchers.
...

Sunday's hours were as fixed
as early Mass, roast chicken
and auntie's tea time tales
of a man she almost married.
...

So still, it seems
only her fingers move
charcoal-smudged
across the paper landscape
...

It is a day when
the arcaeologists of the soul
bruise you with their questions
and you take to early morning drinking,
...

5.

Autumn chill
blues my daughter's gloveless hands
and she grips mine in both of hers
leading us in a clumsy walk
...

She learnt young
that he would visit
those not blanketed in sleep
before dark
...

Pauline Fayne Biography

Born in Dublin in 1954. Her work has been widely published and broadcast.You can listen to an interview and hear Pauline read some of her poems on www.podcasts.ie/paulinefayne. Pauline enjoys giving readings of her work -motto 'Have books, will travel'!)

The Best Poem Of Pauline Fayne

Borderline

Forced by the mentors of madness
to walk the nerve-taut tightrope of the mind,
I find its centre, stand
ceaselessly watching my watchers.
Sometimes they turn their heads
and look away
but I know they still see.


They cannot fail to
in this glittering world
of polished floors, windows, doors
my image rebounds, reflects
endlessly

Let them watch
I'll do nothing noteworthy.
With practise
I've found it easy
to stare at light bulbs for hours at a time
or just to lie perfectly still
as though I were dead.

Then for a time I can escape their eyes-
Some empty, some shuttered with fear
all of them staring, staring
But nothing can shut out the voices-
the endless spawning of words

In time there is no new terror
none mad, none sane,
all fears are fused
making watched and watcher,
one.

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