Poem, Poetry

Tom Kelly


See me in ‘The Borough’ pub with me Granny,
something I never did. I was too young
at the time.
Granda buys her a whisky she throws back
far too quickly. I sit silent on a stool
not beside her but eyeing every move,
wanting and waiting for something
that never arrived.
Why am I heading to the bar?
It’s been demolished for years.
I know, not for the first time,
answers are never ready-made.

Tom Kelly’s ninth poetry collection This Small Patch has recently been published and re-printed by Red Squirrel Press who also published his short story collection Behind the Wall.  


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