Falling into Place
By Anton Floyd
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I welcome this first collection by Anton Floyd with open arms because it is a breath of fresh air on the Irish poetry scene. A long time in the making, the reader will find between its covers touchstones of Homer's Odyssey, O'Grady's Wandering Celt, Serrat's Mediterranean, the poet's own spiritual journey, love of family and friends, Cyprus and, of course, Ireland with its social and cultural diversities; worked on and brought together under the shadow of An tSeithe Mhór, from where it all falls into place. - John Liddy
'With its foot in the political and civil strife of Cyprus and its head and heart in the spiritual and physical peace of the West Cork hills, this book is an Odyssey for our times. Love, loss, family and displacement are its themes. Floyd has a gift for music and precision that makes this collection both delightful and illuminating.- William Wall
Anton Floyd
ANTON FLOYD was born in Cairo, Egypt. He is a Levantine mix of Irish, Maltese, English and French Lebanese. Raised in Cyprus, he lived through the Cypriot struggle for independence and the island remains close to his heart. With the outbreak of intercommunal hostilities in 1963, his family was evicted at gunpoint from their Nicosia home by Turkish militiamen, making them refugees in a divided capital. Despite this trauma, Nicosia has remained a cosmopolitan city.Educated in Ireland, he studied English at Trinity College Dublin. He continued his post graduate education at University College Cork. Having lived and worked in the Eastern Mediterranean, variously as a teacher, school principal, artistic director and producer, he now teaches in Cork. With Carole Anne, his Limerick-born wife, he lives in West Cork where they garden organically, transforming a rocky and watery place into their own Eden.Poems have been published in The Stony Thursday Book, the Ghent Review, Live Encounters, The Shot Glass Journal, Crannóg, Visual Verse, Contemporary Haibun on Line and haiku in Shamrock. He won the IHS (Irish Haiku Society) International Competition (2014), prize winner (2016), honourable mention (2015) and was runner up in the Snapshot Press Haiku Calendar 2016 Competition. He’s a member of Irish Haiku Society. A selection of his haiku is included in Between the Leaves, edited by Anatoly Kudryavitsky, an anthology of new haiku writing from Ireland (Arlen House). Poems have been selected by the Limerick Writers’ Centre for the April Poster Poetry Trail 2017 and 2018 and a selection of his poems appeared in the poetry trail of the Kilkenny Arts Festival Fringe, the Inisheer Zibaldone Notebook and Drawing on Joyce, an installation by Nickie Hayden at the Olivier Cornet Gallery, Dublin. He has edited Remembrance Suite, a chapbook of sonnets by Shirin Sabri and an international anthology of poems, Point by Point, both forthcoming in 2018.
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Falling into Place - Anton Floyd
waiting
in the sheaths of ice
blades of grass
mountainside
waterfall pours
colonnade of light
the wind
spilling starlings
into the sky
nightswim
in mountain water
touch of the moon
Tracks
The ground is all memoranda and signatures;
and every object covered over with hints.
In nature, thus self-registration is incessant,
and the narrative is the print of the seal.
Ralf Waldo Emerson (1850)
Each footstep marks the dust,
leaves a hint in mud or snow.
The footfall disturbs the stones,
pressed down the grass
there where the path is worn.
Unknown where the search is leading,
all the winding tracks we follow,
all rituals of farewell and greeting,
we map the imprints as we go.
Pilgrims all of every temper,
the tracks we cover keep a trove,
tell of songlines and their singers.
We scout then reconnoitre inwards
made by the world in which we move.
The Nature Table
It was in middle three
or upper one perhaps
at The Junior School
when Art became a subject
with Geometry and Latin.
Science evolved from
the show and tell displays
on the nature table recording
the random interests of the class:
fragile papery coils
of a snakeskin and
an ammonite fossil curled
beside a pearly nautilus shell
and crystal fists of iron pyrites
sheer as the scorpion in a match box.
Someone's appendix suspended in a jam jar,
a pile of Egyptian cotton bolls.
We arranged pressed leaves
into patterns, their filigree armatures
beginning to show.
Next to them the vibrant green
of the fresh mulberry leaves
we fed to insatiable silk worms.
This was a life cycle observed
an ancient tale told like
the spinning of their golden threads.
Our world was being divided up
into a Systema Naturae
worthy of Linnæus.
We, too, were being graded,
and while our storylines unwound
delicate mimosa flowers outside
like miniature yellow suns
were blossoming into light.
Through Slatted Shutters – December 1963
The days before Christmas
were clear and cold.
It was all week.
Time enough to perfect cornering
on my racing-green Raleigh bike
the pedals sparking the tarmac.
That morning with Mikis
and Erol promised the art
of look no hands riding.
Sunlight poured
through slatted shutters
shadows raked the walls,
the pattern as defined
as the bullet-holes in the veranda
from the night's street-fighting.
And I slept through it all:
the strafing of houses,
the cackle of gunfire,
the shootings and reprisals,
Cypriot neighbours – Turk and Greek
cowering in our basement.
Through the slatted shutters
I saw them – Turkish militia-men
a moving line owning the field.
They came to commandeer
our house – allowing us
our last breakfast at gunpoint.
The weight of my father's hand,
I feel its imprint on my shoulder
the fret my mother carried.
That December morning
we left by the kitchen door
passing under the orange tree.
My father looking up said
no other oranges
will ever taste as sweet.
And I saw at that moment clearly
how the ripe oranges gleamed
blossom and fruit on the same tree.
At Checkpoint Charlie – Ledra Palace Hotel Nicosia
You're a reckless woman, he said.
We can't just leave them in Neapolis,
she replied, we have to fetch them south
I'll badge the car with a Red Cross flag -
they wouldn't harm a woman and a boy.
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A stone's throw from here
at a makeshift roadblock,
manned with guns,
the ice factory on our right
every window shattered,
a loud young Turk edgy for revenge
threatened my mother
pressing a knife against her neck
as if he'd draw a crescent moon
in red across her throat.
Between sobbing sisters
Mikis sat in the back seat
clutching his leather football.
His mother crossed herself
praying in a frantic Greek.
If anger bangs
behind the eyes
like a bag of blood
and terror's
a suffocating veil of black,
when mother refused
to unlock her door
her knuckles grip -
courage at that moment
turned bone white.
I know now
what crisis means
words like balance and knife-edge
but then it was the wince