Saturday Poem #12 – & Forgive Us Our Trespasses
& Forgive Us Our Trespasses
by Sinead Morrissey
Of which the first is love. The sad, unrepeatable fact
that the loves we shouldn’t foster burrow faster and linger longer
than sanctioned kinds can. Loves that thrive on absence, on lack
of return, or worse, on harm, are unkillable, Father.
They do not die in us. And you know how we’ve tried.
Loves nursed, inexplicably, on thoughts of sex,
a return to touched places, a backwards glance, a sigh –
they come back like the tide. They are with us at the terminus
when cancer catches us. They have never been away.
Forgive us the people we love – their dragnet influence.
Those disallowed to us, those who frighten us, those who stay
on uninvited in our lives and every night revisit us.
Accept from us the inappropriate
by which our dreams and daily scenes stay separate.
- Through the Square Window, Carcanet
- The State of the Prisons, Carcanet
- Between Here and There, Carcanet
- There Was Fire in Vancouver, Carcanet
- Forward Poetry Prize (Best Poetry Collection of the Year), Through The Square Window, shortlist
- T. S. Eliot Prize, Through The Square Window, shortlst
- National Poetry Competition, winner – ‘Through The Square Window’
- T. S. Eliot Prize, The State of the Prisons, shortlist
- Michael Hartnett Award for Poetry
- John Llewellyn-Rhys Memorial Prize, The State of the Prisons, shortlist
- T. S. Eliot Prize, Between Here and There, shortlist
- Rupert and Eithne Strong Trust Award
- Arts Council Macaulay Fellowship
- Eric Gregory Award
- Patrick Kavanagh Award