The Darkness of Snow
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The Darkness of Snow - Frank Ormsby
The Darkness of Snow
The Darkness of Snow
Frank Ormsby
Wake Forest University Press
First North American edition
Copyright © 2017 by Frank Ormsby
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form without prior permission in writing from the publishers.
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ISBN 978-1-930630-82-6 (paperback)
Library of Congress Control Number 2017931446
Cover design by Quemadura
Publication of this book was generously supported by the Boyle Family Fund.
for
Michael Longley
whose book
this also is
I.
Where I grew up
the fields had names
Altar Boy
I cycle to town, rehearsing the Latin responses:
‘Damn quell toffee cat, you’ve a tutta may.’
‘Me a cowboy, me a cowboy, me a Mexican cowboy.’
I don my surplice and soutane,
ring the hand-bell and follow the priest
onto the altar. The congregation stand.
I am the half-priest, perfectly on cue
for the next forty minutes. Old Mrs Cassidy
tells me I’m a ‘great cub’. I know this already.
Altar Boy Economics
A wedding paid better than a funeral.
We were tipped for smiling
and looking cute in photos.
Though sometimes a funeral paid better,
the mourners at a loss
and wanting to be thought generous.
Wedding tips could be displayed
with a discreet jingle, but funeral tips
were almost secrets, hoarded for rainy days.
A christening did not require an altar boy.
Christenings were, economically speaking,
a dead loss.
1959–1960
At twelve I am spilling poems
into tiny notebooks.
There is not a line
in the Ambleside Book of Verse
that I have not read.
I’m in a hurry all day, every day.
I can hardly keep up with myself
at study, at play. When I affect
a bookish silence
all winter under the Tilley,
my mother, too, is silent in her unease.
The Cash Railway
The annual bus trip to Enniskillen
to buy a school blazer
ends in Ferguson’s, gents’ outfitter,
with the little cable-car of cash
they call the Cash Railway
whirring up the wire
to the office on the first floor,
its companion descending
at the exact same speed.
At the point where the two cross
there is nothing in the world
that is off balance or out of sync.
You want to loiter there
for the next hour
and shout ‘Bravo’
at every round
of funicular perfection.
But your mother is at the door,
lopsided with shopping,
reminding you that she has only two hands.
The National Anthem
Sinead feigned her fall.
A toffee girl, a gay run.
Binned. Arse. Loo.
Hard tune the hen-egg ruined.
Nil fuck-all Gaelige againn,
yet up we stand, the tricolour unfurls,
and we belt out the impassioned nonsense
we have learned by heart.
We think we know where we stand,
which side we’ll be on
when the meaning becomes clear.
The Fields
Where I grew up
the fields had names,
The Brown Ground, The Brick-hole,
The Moss Bottom.
Earthed, each one,
in our practical affections.
Neddy
1
After much thought, the Cassidys
named their donkey ‘Ned’ or ‘Neddy’.
He was grey all over, as donkeys ought to be
and had never, so far as was known, broken into a trot.
Too small to be called ‘stately’, he took the prize
for being patiently immobile. When we dressed him for work,
not a grey muscle moved until he was attired
in blinkers, hames and bellyband,
then reversed between the shafts of the cart.
This was when Neddy blossomed, like a grey rose.
If he had an ego it shone invisibly on the main road,
in the public eye, when a donkey could aspire
to cartwork of the highest order.
2
Released at the end of the day
into an empty field beside the farmhouse,
Neddy perfected the skills of idleness.
If you approached, he looked at you standing there
as though you were travelling too fast,
or were, somehow, in his unblinkered view, not grey enough.
3
Nobody told us immediately about Neddy’s death,
or his burial in the woods. He made a slow
exit from our lives, being not-there daily
until we accepted that he would never return.
He was replaced by a grey tractor
that managed ten times his working