‘Silt Whisper’ and other poems by Ailbhe Darcy

Silt Whisper   That summer one-eyed jacks were wild: we learned new rules, left tea to brew.   Smoke stilled air. Leaves lay unturned. Unemployment was another high.   I had been a storm in a polystyrene cup, seeking scald, steam, instance, but now   we drew up lists; mapped out desire lines; skipped interviews…