Clouds by Marian Kilcoyne

Clouds

I swear I saw them as infants – why else would
I recognise them now? Why would I, writing, feel
like  I am digging into peat bog, to excavate restless
cumuli?

They almost suffocated me with their cottoness,
their charm, their Frankenstein taking – their hypoxic
tendrils drifting ever farther from me.
Why would I even care? Except this. Every single one is a word,
a shabby sigh ripped from my envious ribcage.


Marian Kilcoyne is an Irish writer based on the west coast of Ireland. She has, in the past, been a teacher at senior level, worked professionally in education and management for an Aids Organization, and reviewed fiction and non-fiction for the Sunday Business Post, Ireland. She attended the Seamus Heaney Centre summer school at Queens University Belfast in 2013. She has been published or is forthcoming at Prelude (US), The Louisville Review (US), Poetry Salzburg Review (Austria), Crannog (IRL), Ofi Press (Mexico), Frogmore Papers (UK), Cyphers ( IRL), Apalachee Review (US), Foliate Oak Literary Magazine (US), New Contrast (Cape Town), Quiddity (US), Right Hand Pointing (US), Grey Sparrow Journal (US), Off The Coast (US), The Galway Review (IRL), The Liner (US), Into The Void (IRL), Roanoke Literary Journal (US), The Rockhurst Review (US),  and others. She was featured poet on Poethead – Contemporary Irish women poets, January 9th – 16th 2018. She was short listed for the 2017 Dermot Healy International prize for poetry. Her website is at www.mariankilcoyne.com