Today we are thrilled to present a frosty poem that brings us to the trains of Ireland. Irish poet Aibhe Ní Ghearbhuigh beautifully weaves together locomotive travel with the more abstract movement of reading.
Reading on the Tram
The morning tram
I go unseen
in the concertina of life,
in the articulation
between two cars
(out with your book)
I can feel
every soft turning
every
rounding of the bend