Poems for Breakfast

A Poem by
Enda Wyley.

Enda Wyley read her beautiful and inspirational poem, Poems for Breakfast for us at the launch of My Second Spring. What a lovely start to the day to have a poem selected for you to read with breakfast and ponder over the course of the day. Maybe this is something that some of us could consider as a new flavour for life. This a great time to reconsider our priorities and the shape and quality of or our lives and the pace at which we live them at. Maybe start one day this week with Enda's poem and see where it takes you.

Enda Wyley, poet and children's author.

Enda Wyley, poet and children's author.

Poems for Breakfast

Another morning shaking us.

The young potted willow

is creased with thirst,

the cat is its purring roots.

Under our chipped window

the frail orange flowers grow.

Now the garden gate clicks.

Now footsteps on the path.

Letters fall like weather reports.

Our dog barks, his collar clinks,

he scrambles, and we follow,

stumble over Catullus, MacUser,

Ancient Greek for Beginners,

cold half-finished mugs of tea,

last week’s clothes at the bed’s edge.

Then the old stairs begin to creak.

 

And there are the poems for breakfast -

favourites left out on the long glass table

by one to the other the night before.

We take turns to place them there

bent open with the pepper pot,

marmalade jar, a sugar bowl -

the weight of kitchen things.

Secret gifts to wake up with,

rhythms to last the whole day long,

surprises that net the cat, the dog,

these day that we wake together in -

our door forever opening.

 

Enda Wyley.

 

Enda Wyley is a poet and children's writer. She has published four collections of poems - Eating Baby Jesus, ( 1993 ) Socrates in the Garden, ( 1998 )  Poems for Breakfast, ( 2004 ) and To Wake to This, (2009 ). Her New and Selected Poems, are due from Dedalus 2014.

Her books for children include Boo and Bear, The Silver Notebook, and  I Won’t Go to China!

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