A Last Loving
Kelly’s poetry gives voice to the ordinary,
everyday lives of Irish women. She writes
out of her own experience as a woman,
wife, mother, nurse, farmer, and feminist
who over the past fifty years has been an
astute witness to the narrow confines of
home and the limitations imposed by Irish
society on women.
A Lantern in the Dark for Gerard
I have shut the shutters,
clipped the locks
and put the cat out,
kissed your beard
and helped you to your bed.
Eighty now and the years
bend you like a bow,
a sprung arch,
a willow wand,
bone chiselled to a new arc.
Sweetheart I know
the way you grow
not old but with your old
lightness still showing,
a lantern swinging in the dark.