Tuesday, 16 May 2023

KNUTE SKINNER POET AND HUMANE SPIRIT, RIP

 

QUEUING

(i.m. Knute Skinner)


Oh yes, there is queuing beyond the grave

And sometimes it spills over to this side.

Take the example of Knute Skinner, poet,

Whose voice was stolen by a stroke and who

For two years queued in silence, not quite gone

Beyond the world but inching onwards. Once                                                 

I published a piece of his about a driver

Stalled in the top spot of a traffic queue,

But yesterday his family, friends and neighbours,

Assembling in a tumbled Clare graveyard,

Saluted him for getting the green light.



O'Brien's Tower, Cliffs of Moher

Poem © Ciaran O'Driscoll 2023

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