Poem introduction

I wrote five poems called 'Without Me' over the course of a relationship which ended for a few years when I was living away from Belfast. And this is the final one, the kind of 'coming to terms' with it.

Without Me

Without Me

Once, in the hiatus of a difficult July,
down Eskra's lorryless roads from sweet fuck all,
we were flinging - such young sophisticates - like a giant frisbee
this plastic lid of an old rat poison bin.

We were flinging it from you to me, me to you, you to me;
me-you, you-me, me-you, you back again.
And you would have sworn that its flat arc was a pendulum,
compassing Tyrone's prosey horizon.

And I would have sworn that our throw and catch had such momentum
that its rhythm might survive, somehow, without me.


'Without Me' from These Days (Jonathan Cape, 2004), (c) Leontia Flynn 2004, used by permission of the author and the publisher.

Recordings

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1Naming It

2Acts of Faith

3For Stuart, who accidentally obtained a job in the Civil Service

4When I was sixteen I met Seamus Heaney

5The Second Mrs de Winter

6Without Me

7The Furthest Distances I've Travelled

8By My Skin

9These Days

10Casablanca, backwards

11Leaving Belfast

12Personality

13Samuel Beckett

14Olive Shreiner

15George Orwell's Death

16Alfred Hitchcock

17Charles Baudelaire's Mother

18F Scott Fitzgerald

19Dorothy Parker

20Elizabeth Bishop

21Robert Lowell 1&2

22Saturday in the Pool

23A head for figures

24Our Fathers

25Drive

26Milos

27Poem for an unborn child

28Robert, The Painter

29The Day We Discovered Pornography Catalogues in the Mail

30The Bullfight

31Inside Catedral Nueva

Books by Leontia Flynn