‘On/Off’ by Anna D’Alton

The room’s breath is yellow
and held in its mouth

A bulb blinking, an infant
with a squint in his eye

All the candles bob
small-mouthed, humming

                 –

The Out floods in,
rushing dark licked blue

Bright pinched to black,
every spark blown cool

Bits of moon, loosening,
wash themselves on the floor

From issue #3: autumn/winter 2016

About the Author
Anna D’Alton lives in Dublin and has just finished her degree in English in Trinity College. Her work has appeared previously in Belleville Park Pages, Icarus, Trinity JoLT and The Bohemyth.