YOU JUST CAME TO ME (poem for #audiomo Day 6)

Paul O'Mahony reads his poem "You just came to me" for #AudioMo 2018) Pig-sty to cattle track, anemones to fountain-pen, you sat in yellowed armchair, among psychiatric alumni, released into a fighting streetscape, where burnt-out cars took place of bicycles. Your warrior-self listened to every voice with the greeting of a saint who wrote with a sun-lit plume. Prince of the messengers, carrier of connections, pointing companions around wild flowers, through the thicket of everyday life, out into a clearing, ever shadowed, ever dappled, your painterly hand ever active, you spoke of trees in a family field, the feed from bonamhs that licked your fingertips, the rub of the beast that reminded you of animated conversations, the rough warm blanket into which you were born. You walked every inch of the lane that led from farm-house, past copulating ragwort, to a table strewn with words drawn together for the sake of safe passage. In that armchair, you smiled ... (continued in audio)