House
By Myra Connell
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Myra Connell
Myra Connell grew up in Northern Ireland and now lives in Birmingham where she works as a psychotherapist. Her stories are published in various places, including the Tindal Street Press anthologies, Her Majesty and Are You She? Her poems have appeared in Under the Radar, Obsessed with Pipework and The Moth. Her first pamphlet was A Still Dark Kind of Work (Heaventree Press, 2008), and her second, From the Boat (Nine Arches, 2010). House is her first full collection of poems.
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House - Myra Connell
ONE
One
So here’s the house.
It makes the corner,
stands where two streets meet,
and looks towards the sea.
One flat wave is foaming at the kerb,
the water green, and icy.
The tide is at the door,
and yet the woman says it isn’t high enough for bathing.
That’s a lie: she lied,
the woman with the black and shining hair,
to stop the other swimming.
Out the window to the sea-front
they could see the waves run in
slant and slant against the road.
She lied.
Or both the women lied,
needing one the other.
I want to know more about these cows
Mornings, they’re out: big bodies,
roan, cream, and grey with mottles. Heavy, nose to nose.
Steam rises from their nostrils, backs.
This triangle of grass and mud (a pretty triangle, she said)
is bordered by a stream, which they could cross,
the cows, by sliding down the pock-marked bank
and wading. Beyond, a meadow.
By noon, he’s locked them in again.
The black shed doors are closed, three hay-rolls
rustler-stacked against them. Inside
the cows are back in fetid darkness.
He himself has gone to early