Ronnie McGinn's Poetry Page
|If you have a poem you'd like to see published in The Irish Examiner then send it to:
The Poetry Corner
The Irish Examiner USA
1040 Jackson Avenue, Third Floor
Long Island City
or, preferably, you can email it direct to
If possible keep your poem to 20 lines. You may choose any subject you like, in any form you like as long as it's original. We look forward to hearing from you.
Poetry defines itself in its own mysterious ways. Poems that are innovative and different are always refreshingly satisfying.
Our poem this week comes from Lee Minh Sloca of Los Angeles. Lee's poem is powerful and individual and speaks directly into our minds. It extends beyond the range of lyric sonnetry that exists in so much traditional and a very limited amount of modern poetry.
The poem pulls hard on the strings of originality and creates its own enigmatic uniqueness.
Where the Black Puddings Grow!
As leaves float in solace,
socialites creep sheepishly,
Which crashes heavier:
the death of your grand child
or the death of your own child?
To which grandma hands,
Well, you grieve doubly for the latter:
once for your grand child
then again for your own child,
in losing his.
Outside, crickets ting up their little wings,
brushing off the hush of a passing autumn.
© Lee Minh Sloca