Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Donal Mahoney- A Poem


Consuela and Sean


Through the nursery glass
Carlos Montero peeks at Consuela,
his twelfth, in the arms of a nurse.

Pink as a peony
with brilliant black hair,
Consuela is raw, bawling.

The nurse takes Consuela
away to be washed as Carlos
digs deep in his denims,

locks elbows, gleams,
turns to me. I feel odd
in a suit and a tie as I

wait to see Sean, our first.
When the nurse brings Sean to the window,
Carlos Montero whips off his sombrero,

makes a bullfighter's pass and beams. 
"Senor!" he booms like a tuba. "Ole!"
Suddenly I'm as happy as he.



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Donal Mahoney has had work published in various print and electronic publications in North America, Europe, Asia and Africa.

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