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.