Poem, Poetry

Noel King

Caravan

You told me to keep an eye out for Keating’s Bread Van,
to tell you immediately when it was coming down the road
and you’d give me the money to go and get a fresh loaf.

I kicked my ball around the place and played marbles
with the boys from the other caravans and sure forgot
all about the important arrival.

The fresh bread was all sold out by the time
we went down to get some.
Your father will be mad, my mother said, he’ll have to drive
into Castlegregory now to get a loaf,
and he after a hard day’s work.

No matter, says I, sure he can go in for a pint
while he’s at it. I got a clip around the ear for that.

Next morning the bread was stale anyway
and we made toast from it.




Noel King was born and lives in Tralee, Ireland. His poetry collections are published by Salmon : Prophesying the Past, (2010), The Stern Wave (2013) and Sons (2015). He has edited more than fifty books of work by others (Doghouse Books, 2003 – 2013) and was poetry editor of Revival Literary Journal (Limerick Writers’ Centre) in 2012/13. A short story collection, The Key Signature & Other Stories was published by Liberties Press in 2017. www.noelking.ie