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Marie Coveney

Marie Coveney grew up in Co. Cork and studied at the Crawford College of Art. Her poem 'Our Time' won the American-Ireland Fund Single Poem competition at the Listowel Literary Festival in 2008. Her work has been published in Poetry Ireland Review, THE SHOp and The Stony Thursday Book. She performed at the 2010 West Cork Literary Festival in the Next Generation Poets reading.  She was awarded special merit in The Dromineer Literary Festival 2010 and shortlisted for the Patrick Kavanagh Award (Collection) 2010 . She was published in The Sunday Business Post, 7th March 2011, having been featured in BBC1 TV Spotlight program. She has also been shortlisted for The Listowel Collection Competition 2011.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Field Day

 

We ran, kicking dandelion clocks

dodging thistles and dried cowpats.

The field was decked with trestle tables

posts, pens and a large tent.

 

We bought Humbugs, Peggie’s Legs,

shiny gold-coin chewing gums.

Took a chance on the Fortune Wheel

then flittered pink tickets to the wind.

 

Willy Lynch who gave the field free

paraded with the Parish Priest.

Mrs Bradey’s famous sponge cakes

sat on willow-pattern dinner plates.

 

Farmers circled, tractors smoked

Danny just stood

in his mucky boots, long coat tied

with binder-twine rope.

 

A swing-boat carried us high in the air,

our stomachs lurched,

wind played whirly-gigs with our hair.

The ground rose up on a slow-down board. 

 

Through a gap in the hedge we spied our school

waiting for September.

Hard in its concrete yard, a cut-out-house

asking to be kicked down.

 

©2010 Marie Coveney

 

 

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