Bold Grace

i taste apples in bold grace
your arms shouldering your hands across chest
standing – testing me to move further
ready for battle and another chance to go one more round

your eyes have changed
they look out towards another province
prepared to take on a forgotten language
remembering class room rhymes – falling back into rhythm

i taste apples in bold grace
but back away and step to the side
knowing you must do this part on your own
trusting in you rather than looking at the system

your eyes are focused
and as you board the train back to reality
i thank God for ‘short term’
not this momentary return or the call back to duty…

…but the temporary madness you must endure

your arms are shouldered across your chest
waving goodbye with one hand
i will stand on guard in wait
knowing you will be back – this small town our own private province.


About Crazy Irishman

Touted as a working man's poet, Martin Durkin has been writing professionally for the last 12 years. He has appeared in over twenty anthologies across North America, including, "And left a place to stand on", a collection of poems and essays about the late great Al Purdy. Durkin has also published two collections of poetry, "Hypnotic Childhood", and "The Sound of Quish". Over the past 4 years, Durkin has been on hiatus for the most part but has recently come back to the poetry scene creating a poetry site called, where in the past year he has written over 100 poems and created a cross over page on where he gives a story behind each of the pieces written. View all posts by Crazy Irishman

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