A Poet Abroad

A Poet Abroad

They wanted us traditional

accents thick and lilting like cream

speaking in tongues

Guinness in hand, to be sure, to be sure

They wanted us traditional

cartoonish and familiar

in the hollow of their stereotype

dancing a jig, emblazoned with

shamrocks and flying the flag.

They wanted us traditional

with poems from the struggle

divided lives ripped apart,

bombs, death and despair.

They wanted us traditional

and they got the new version not old

so they misheard the message

told themselves how

lucky they were to hear

poems from a divided land

emblazoned in shamrocks

Guinness in hand

to be sure, to be sure.

© Aisling Doherty

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