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cLodaGh Beresford dunne
Look, Little Brother
Rudimentary kangaroos
on bent wing blades;
you do not hesitate to send this whipping through the atmosphere,
across continents, smashing through hemispheres
like the trammel of Archimedes. Perpendicular spin on its own axis,
its elliptical flight is stopped only by the crack of itself
against the red rock of Uluru, where you know he will be waiting
to embrace this aerofoil from home, pierce the stratosphere once more,
and continue your childhood game of Catch and Return.
ready to slice through air like ancient discus,
between thumb and forefinger, (from her line of vision)
has become boomerang.
Look, little brother, your sister stands barefoot
on procumbent shamrock, its trinity of young clover
like poultice reducing this swell between you.
She levitates her right arm, bent-elbow becomes arrow
pointing towards you: and as you travel further, her Frisbee with its plastic rim,
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Dunne’s work has appeared in Irish, UK, and US journals including The Irish Times, Poetry Ireland Review, The Stinging Fly, The Moth, Spontaneity, Poetry 24, The Pickled Body, Southword, and Pittsburgh Poetry Review. In 2016 she was awarded the Arts Council of Ireland Emerging Writer Bursary, and in 2017, her poem “Seven Sugar Cubes” was voted Irish Poem of the Year at the Irish Book Awards.