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Frank Golden was born in Dublin and has been living in the Burren for over twenty years. His latest poetry collection In Daily Accord was published in 2008 by Salmon Publishing. His other poetry collections include The Interior Act (Salmon), In Partial Settlement (Wiffle Press), On Route To Leameneh (Raven Arts), and his novel The Two Women Of Aganatz (Wolfhound Press). He has worked on TV and film projects and has had a number of solo exhibitions of his paintings, the most recent being Living Through Air (2009) at the Courthouse Gallery. He has received a number of awards including Film &Video Award (Arts Council), Bursary in Literature (Arts Council), and Development Funding (Film Board).
Rectification
1 How many curlers for her dead hair How much Chanel for her dead lobes How much lipstick for her dead lips
How deep to sever the vein she said she wanted cut
How to mend her How to hold her How to leave her
How to remember her bones
How it ends How her cold skin softens How shallow oblivion
2 Not to have collected her nail parings Not to have watched less sport Not to have explained the rules of Fame and Fortune or Dancing on Ice Not to have boiled the ham more slowly Not to have made more of an effort In ways that might have glossed our final time
3 We went that afternoon on her final Sunday drive Down Griffith Avenue, The wind cherry-blossom thick The sun ideal Along by Clontarf The new apartments noted And over the wooden bridge Same sound as in the sixties When we clitter-clattered over it in our yellow VW She remarked on the birds On the clarity of Howth Head in the driven wind On the clouds like a froth of egg white frittering
We parked where we had parked a generation ago The sea pulled back The sand skittering south. I left her in the car and walked forward in front of her Over the crenellated ebb sand and walked back to her As I had always walked back to her
We were made for each other Made for the care of each other In ways we could not have predicted
“We’ll head back now,” I said, “unless you’d like to go further” But she had gone far enough There was nothing more she needed to see
On our way back to the bridge She noted a coastal house “I never remember that being there” she said But it had always been there as long as I could remember Just as she will always be there As long as I remember How many curlers How much Chanel How much lipstick How her cold skin softened How it ended How shallow oblivion
©2010 Frank Golden
Author Links
Frank Golden reading at the White House in Limerick (YouTube) Golden at the Courthouse Gallery
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