Premier Writing showcases poetry, essays, and short fiction by new and emerging Irish writers. This week we feature two poems by Denis Maher from Thurles.
Poetry
Hands of Time
Our implements of flesh and bone
Unambiguous in their daily tasks
These tools that help us live
That help give birth
Save a life or take a life
They build for our protection
Create a masterpiece of art
They feed us when hungry
A wave or a shake to greet
Speak a language of their own
Create a trick to deceive
A magic that confounds
This history I’m looking at
My hands spread out before me
These rivers of veins
Bulging like cascading mountains
Covered by a desert of skin
Crevassed by time
And rough to the touch
Hairs gathered as mini forests
My scars and blemishes a memory
Never a fist made in anger
It’s only with a grasped pen
That I feel they are my own
The Scarcity of Sound
The scarcity of sound
But for the cawing of the crows
The watchers of the dead
Those carriers of souls
For there’s silence in the graveyard
As serenity it flows
A place of peace to mourn
For a moment’s quiet reflection
The grief that still echoes
Between the forest of headstones
Those many tears soaked
Upon the hallowed ground
The smile of remembrance
Of stories from the past
The fondest of memories
That will always last
About the author:
Denis Maher has been writing since his teens, and this is his publishing debut. He shares his work on social media, and hopes to one day publish a poetry book of his own. Denis works at Air Impact Ltd, and lives in Thurles.
Follow Denis:
On Facebook here.
On Instagram: My_darkparad15e
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Loughtagalla Times 
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