INSIDIOUS - a poem

Insidious

I was walking along a couple of roads,

one turned to the sea, the wave, the water, the tide ...

one sloped to the mountain, the scree, the rock, the peak ...

I followed a breath like a hunter.

There were distractions,

high like eagles,

busy like bees,

imaginations

like sugar,

addictions,

paradise,

a sweet-shop shining

scent of fish

nectar,

pollen,

ice.

I was walking along a couple of roads

when the earth gave birth to twins,

and twins to twins

I followed a breath like a hunted fox.

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Read by the poet Paul O'Mahony 
Recorded in kitchen in Cork on 16 July 2018