I'm not reading anywhere today, but tomorrow I'm taking part in an event for the Irish Wheelchair Association in association with Siar Scéal, in Roscommon. At a castle no less. Fun! Just have to go and write my launch speech and decide what poems to read.
So, instead, I will post a poem. As it's also National Breastfeeding Week I thought I'd post something about that but there is very little of use on the net. I posted my own BF poem before and Syvia Plath's. I can't waste my precious writing hours trawling around looking for a decent BF poem so I think I will be a cheat and post them again. My poem is a bit slight but it is from the heart.
From Plath's 'Morning Song':
"One cry, and I stumble from bed, cow-heavy and floral
In my Victorian nightgown.
Your mouth opens clean as a cat's. The window square
Whitens and swallows its dull stars. And now you try
Your handful of notes;
The clear vowels rise like balloons."
My BF poem: NOW REMOVED AS ACCEPTED FOR PUBLICATION
Happy All Ireland Poetry Day! I hope y'all can make it to an event near you.