Roots And Wings
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An assured debut collection of poems by Irish author, Frances Browner, which evokes an intense array of emotions, with beautiful tributes to her parents, the love so evident in each poem. The whole collection paints a vivid picture of a person and a time.
Frances Browner
Frances Browner grew up in Dublin, lived in New York for twenty years and now resides in Greystones, Co. Wicklow. Her poems have appeared in Skylight 47, Tales from the Forest, Poems on the Edge, The Ogham Stone, Irish Examiner, Ink Sweat & Tears, A New Ulster, Cold Coffee Stand, Bray Arts Journal, Poetry24, Boyne Berries and on Limerick’s Poetry Trail, Poetry Walls and ‘Bring your Limerick to Limerick’ finals. Her Micro-Chapbook of fifteen poems, Selfies, was launched online by Ghost City Press, Syracuse, New York, in their summer series, July 2019. She has had short stories and memoir pieces published and broadcast on radio and currently tutors creative writing and history with Dun Laoghaire/Dublin ETB. Frances facilitates the weekly workshop, Scríobh Arís, for Greystones Cancer Support and the monthly Poets Parlour open-mic in Greystones.
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Roots And Wings - Frances Browner
A tower of burnt toast on the table
Melted butter dribbling our chins
Porridge glued to the saucepot jellied
Tea to trot a mouse on . . . image in
Clothes drying on the radiator
Whiff of Sunlight, Ariel, Surf
Ma making lunches, two cuts of bread
And a banana mashed black, strawberry
Jam for buzzing bees in the schoolyard
Baby shuffles the floor on his bum
Da snaps his newspaper shut and we
File out one by one . . . indifferent
Seven of us into the Volkswagen
Into marriages; immigration
Care full families of our own
THE LOCK HOUSE
We peered into the well, saw our
Faces reflected there. Granny
Plunged a bucket into a deep black hole
Splish-splashing spots of water on us.
Younger cousins scurried away
Squealing; Grandad minding them
From the gander, the bullock, the cock.
I remained, staring into the abyss
Forehead scrunched with wonder.
Smoke spooled from a far-off train.
We skipped over steps to the scullery
Granny wiping her hands on a floury
Apron, smudges of it in her wispy hair.
Griddle bread browned on the range
Turf fire crackled, an apple tart baked on
The lid of a pot, its sugar burnt to treacle.
We scraped the sweet toffee with spoons
Teeth glued, until the stickiness dissolved.
In the lamplight, Grandad made shapes
With his fingers. Bird, bunny rabbit, cat
We shouted from the settle bed, shadows
Magically adorning the kitchen wall.
Next morning, the bed was folded into a
Wide wooden bench for us to sit on while
Granny boiled eggs from the hen-house
For breakfast, tapped the shells to let out
A yellowy yoke for soldiers of toast.
Off into town on the ass and cart for
The pension, gob stoppers, bullseyes
Penny bars, Quenchers. Home to swing on
Two tyres from a branch; help Grandad
Open gates for the boats, get a carry-on
To the next Lock. Walk home along the
Line, a sixpenny bit warming our palm.
Swig from a bottle of red lemonade
Compliments of the kindly boatman.
Bales of hay pricked our legs,
As we drank tea with men in a field
Whiffed their pipe tobacco, an outside
Lavatory. A rat kept chewing, kept
Staring at me; I stared back unable
To move. Mad cows chased the children
Their shrieks echoing the woods.
My face a fright in the deep
Dark mirror of the Well.
I return now to the Lock house with its
Falling-down walls. Bushes sprout from
Where the roof used to be, shrubs
Cover the steps, concealing a crack
In the family tree. The Well is dried up
Granny’s cuddles, the rattle of crockery.
Canal waters lap that once lulled us
To sleep; a solitary barge bobs by