Poetry - Issue 17 | March 2013

Two poems by Jim Burke

At the Cuirt Poetry Festival

Billy Collins stands
meeting a line of fans

who file slowly past
with a sackful of questions.

He is taking his time,
courteous, as if he’s got

a constant supply
hidden somewhere

beneath his pullover,
or down inside his pockets.

He is so relaxed, it’s like he’s
seated in a chair in the Oyster Bar

Restaurant, at Grand Central Station
observing the afternoon rush-hour

as he runs a silver spoon
in a bowl of sea-food chowder.

So pleasing when he moves
the spoon from his lips

and my daughter listens
to his polite reply for what

she should do on her maiden trip
to New York city.

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About the author

A native to Limerick, Ireland, Jim Burke embarked on an online Creative Writing MA Course at MMU three years ago and hasn’t stopped writing since. He has published poems in Crannóg, Revival Poetry Journal, Shamrock Haiku Journal, and the Stony Thursday Book.

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