Days are the spars of a shipwreck. Overhead,
the constant fear of looking at the sun.
No more raft of promises. Instead,
a decent life, an audience of one.
Ted Mc Carthy is a poet and translator living in Clones, Ireland. His work has appeared in magazines in Ireland, the UK, Germany, the USA, Canada and Australia. He has had two collections published, ‘November Wedding’, and ‘Beverly Downs’. His work can be found on www.tedmccarthyspoetry.weebly.com.
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