Hot – Cold by Anne Maher

My cup of coffee is cold 
black as the hob and painting leaders of the past.
Their distinguished look
hot like a barbecue sausage while white as snow
by the tall arched window. And I hate snobbery 
with your shutters from the dusk but what I 
really love about the moon is its rich wain
of light and views.

Anne Maher is an emerging poet from Co. Tipperary.

Written as part of Michelle Moloney King’s Introduction to Experimental Poetry workshops for Cashel Arts Festival.

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