About the poet
Nigel McLoughlin was born in Enniskillen in 1968. In 2005 he moved to take up post at the...
The light changes. It
flashes the road to sepia
in the mirror. A backward glance
at the kids shows they’re sleeping
and an old man pushes a bike.
The light changes it
to a skeleton of black lines
changes him to a black line
in the mirror. The backward glance
of sunlight off the road glares
the whole picture into a monochrome
the light changes. It
changes the old man, bends him
into his grandfather, a picture-postcard
in the mirror; a backward glance
a hundred years ago. Nothing changes.
Time fragments like a flash and gleam
in the mirror. A backward glance.
The light changes it.
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