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PAUL MCMAHON

 

 

 

Paul McMahon’s debut poetry chapbook, Bourdon, was published by Southword Editions.

Twice nominated for the forward prize, Paul McMahon’s poetry awards include The Ballymaloe International, The Nottingham Open, The Westport, The Golden Pen, and two Arts Council bursary awards for poetry. He was awarded The Keats-Shelley Poetry Prize by Carol Ann Duffy, in 2015.

His poetry has appeared in journals such as The Threepenny Review, The Atlanta Review, Southword, The Salt Anthology of New Writing, The Montreal Poetry Prize Global Anthology, The Stinging Fly, Agenda, Ambit, The Irish Times, and others.

 

 

 

 

My Grandmother's Paolo Soprani Accordion

for Tom and Mary O'Grady

 

sits on my table

with creamy buttons

and the tucked-in wingspan

of a sleeping swan.

 

My grandmother bought it

in a music shop in Killarney

in the summer of 1924

to play sets for the dancers

 

who met on Sunday evenings

for the Summer Ceilis,

on the High Road to Killarney,

at the crossroads at Moll’s Gap.

 

On the wooden platform

my Uncle Jerry built

her fingers skipped across

the Kerry polkas

 

and the dancers' feet

tapped across the boards,

to point her out

for who she was –

 

            *

 

to point her out

as the wind is pointed out

by the genuflecting trees

they blow through,

 

as the sea is pointed out

by the shore

it washes in upon

to collect footprints,

 

as the rain is pointed out

by the windowpane

it taps upon – and so

I lift the accordion

 

and draw the bellows out

to bend the trees,

to tap the glass,

to recollect the footprints,

 

where the sound washes in

with the accordion’s drone

to point out my grandmother’s ghost

still skipping through the reeds.

 

 

©2017 Paul McMahon

 

 

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