Imaginary Conversation in The Countryside
written by: Eoghan Lyng
@eoghanlyng
Little lamb, beaming eyes and beating:
I sense your breath failing, and I’m waging
You hope I can help you.
But, in the purpose of honesty, I’m afraid
I’d rather be sorting out problems,
Than chase a’er tearaway wolves.
I’ve sifted through fields,
Searching for gold ‘neath bales,
But ageing, I had to call, “Stop.”
Beaming, your eyes show me,
A glory I once swallowed: wholesale
“A dream picked up and torn.”
But there’s no sense in charging,
When the farms are stood closing:
I too was blown to the wolves.
Eoghan Lyng is an Irish man and sometime writer. He lives in Glasgow, having written from the perspective from Cork, Madrid and Prague. He has written for OutlawPoetry, VadaMagazine and FromTheLighthouse.
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