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Poetry: Michaela Brady


Uaigneas (Dán do m’athair)

Crows befriend the bread-handed boy,
Squawk and battle for a bite.
Metro wires hiss and wheeze,
Spite the hills and sun-soaked fields.

New York blinks its bloodshot stare,
Recalling you and I were there.
From azure deli doors,
Whiffs of baking bread
Flirt with slow-cook sunburn.

But now I can be anywhere;
Western cities groan the same.
Riding through a London green,
Gliding through the shadowed dawn;
I’m convinced it’s just the same.

But where are you when I awake?
Where are you, voice beneath music,
Brimming with stories owned and rented,
Debates and schemes for woodsy walks.

Bottled up in bucket seats, we watch
As worlds of millions catch the day,
Battle for statues to recall their names.
We’re facing west to Hudson, south to Thames.

Do you have a friend these mornings?
Do you choose to drift and dream?
Yes, it’s just the same.
And never is again.

Feature Image: Daniele Idini


About Author

Michaela Brady's writing has been featured in Psychology Today, The Sarah Lawrence Review, The Oxford Review of Books, The Bright App blog, Streatham Lockdown Diaries and Airplane Reading. In recent years, she has been shortlisted for the Benjamin Franklin House Literary prize, and won first place in the Nature 2020-21 anthology competition for the blog, “Tales for the Ones in Love.” Originally, from NYC, she studied creative writing, media history and psychology at Sarah Lawrence College, and hold an MSc in Social Science of the Internet (Oxon). She is currently a civil servant at DCMS, and an active member of the Oxford Writing Circle.

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