Cian Murphy

 

The Park

 

My grandfather told me of a crowd coming out of the Park

after a county final: how the crush was so great that he had

to brace one leg against the wall, hands flat on the concrete,

to guard my young father from the throng.

 

When we toast

him at Glen Rovers clubhouse, I think of this story, not the

parchment hands and caught breath of days in the Mercy.

 

 

Cian Murphy was born and raised in Cork and lives between London and Bristol where he teaches at university. His poetry has been published in Envoi.

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