To A Poet


It was one of those phonecalls

Unexpected. Out of the blue

Well, out of Glenmalure actually

The lady from Glenmalure was due

To read the lesson at Mass on Saturday

But she would be away and needed a stand-in


After a few phone calls with no joy

She phoned me, and I could do it

‘That’s great’ she said,

‘You probably don’t know me, I’m new,

But I think I know you.

You’re the poet aren’t you?’

‘Yes’, I replied


She could not have said a nicer thing.

To a poet




Martin Swords

August 2015pen-paper