Friday, February 6, 2009

One of the Ha-Ha's from Staball Hill

    
Ballyheigue
County Kerry
Ireland

That man over there with his head
in the well, each thumb
in a fob, and his arse in the air
like a zeppelin at moor, if he
can write poems the Ha-Ha's will read,
all of the Ha-Ha's, no matter the breed,
even the Ha-Ha's from Old Staball Hill, if he
can write poems, then poems he will.

By Donal Mahoney

1 comment:

The Bijou Poetry Review said...

Donal Mahoney has worked as an editor for The Chicago Sun-Times, Loyola University Press, McDonnell Douglas Corp. (now the Boeing Corp.) and Washington University in St. Louis, Missouri.

He has had poems published in or accepted by The Wisconsin Review, The Kansas Quarterly, The South Carolina Review, Orbis (England), Commonweal, The Christian Science Monitor, Revival (Ireland), The Beloit Poetry Journal, The Chicago Sunday Tribune Magazine, The Innisfree Poetry Journal, Istanbul Literary Review (Turkey), The Davidson Miscellany, Gloom Cupboard (U.K.), The Common Ground Review, Public Republic (Bulgaria) and other publications.

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