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Augury

Caitríona O’Reilly

Magnetic winds from the sun pour in
and send our instruments akimbo.
Nothing runs like clockwork now.
As skeletal clouds unwreathe our exposure,
panicky citizens climb ladders to hammer
their roofs on harder. A crackle of static,
and the world’s fat face is in shadow.
There are swallow nests under the eaves,
each with a staring cargo: six bronze bibs,
six black-masked, African birds. They dip
and snap the last bees up. A million Ms
foregather with a million others on the sky.
This is the shape that memory takes.
For days they practise flying, then they fly.


Caitríona O’Reilly

from The Nowhere Birds (Tarset: Bloodaxe, 2001)

Reproduced by permission of the publisher.

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Caitríona O’Reillyb.1973

Caitríona O’Reilly grew up in Wicklow and was educated at Trinity College, Dublin, where she studied literature and archaeology. Her first collection, The Nowhere Birds (2001), won the Rooney Prize for Irish Literature.
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