How? Poem by Martin O'Neill

How?



The radio burbles as
the gin and tonic
subsides - apparently - but
I know better, for
In the morning, like an ambush
It will wait for me to
Cough.
Bloody retch and...
Cough. Again.

I walk through fields with
Mum and Dad, hedges alive
with summers drone of bees
and berries, fat, juices
on my fingers, lips, shirt.
The fox across the field
Red. So so red! .Stunning in the
Evening sun
GOD!

Then gag on the thought
Of breakfast.
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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ruth Walters 17 June 2012

Wow, this is good, very emotive.....

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Patti Masterman 09 February 2012

Like all good poety, this one seems to begat others, yearning to break free..enjoyed it.

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Martin O'Neill

Martin O'Neill

Solihull, Birmingham, England
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