Forever
We are way out here on the edge
of town,
and a breathless, gushing ocean
clings to your tidewash of shards.
We are way out here on the edge
of darkness,
and your smile diminishes
all the graves on the hill.
We are way out here on the edge
of tomorrow,
and other lives come back to us
from the spindrift of another time.
We are way out here on the edge
of love,
and you have been forever the wind
that carries all my songs.
Entering the River
Because of the dirge in the dance,
because of the salt in the wave,
because of the fading glow
of the perfect ring,
you have rarely shared
the full warmth of your love,
but now you do so;
now, in the sunset spell of something
that is still silently sexual,
at the end of a day
that is not the end of us,
your eyes say to me:
"Let us go where the stars undress,
let us feel the flow
and risk of the eternal river."
Two Small Pebbles
Two small pebbles washed up together
at the same time, in the same place,
after a whole tidewash of transformations;
two small pebbles named me and you.
And we could call it a miracle,
or an accident; but no matter which,
the vastness of the sea still clings to us,
and we are close enough now to remember.
Martin McCarthy lives in Cork City, Ireland, where he studied English at UCC. He has published two collections: Lockdown Diary (2020) and Lockdown (2021). His most recent poems appear in the pandemic anthology, Poems from My 5k, and in the journals: Drawn to the Light, Seventh Quarry Poetry, Poetry Salzburg, The Lyric, The Road Not Taken, The Orchards, WestWard Quarterly, Better Than Starbucks, Blue Unicorn,Lighten Up Online,The Chained Muse and The Madrigal. He was shortlisted for the Red Line Poetry Prize, and is a nominee for the 2022 Pushcart Prize. At present, he is working on a long sequence of love poems, titled Book of Desire.
Martin, your poems often evoke for me Japanese karesansui or dry rock AKA Zen gardens. The emotional honesty expressed is like the rocks amidst the carefully tended sands or the ocean tides they represent. As a poet you tend your gardens very faithfully and artfully!
Thank you for your comment. It gives me great pleasure to see that my work is really connecting with people and they too feel the same way about someone special in their own lives. To be in love is a truly marvellous thing, and once you've experienced that, it's there forever - there's no disappointment anymore, and no despair. That's probably what you mean by the 'eternal echo'.
It can be very relatable, and at time his words can have a sort of eternal echo to them.
Often it reminds me how lucky I've been to land a good relationship with a good person.
I particularly enjoyed the parallelism in structure between the stanzas in "Forever." The consistency gave it a musical quality.
As far as richness of expression goes, "Entering the River" evokes thoughts of the eternal in the simplest language. Indeed, a philosophical poem is cloaked in an erotic veneer. Well done!
Raw and beautiful, and moving. Thank you Martin for sharing your poems. It’s a joy to ready them.