Irish Poem #8
her grandfather built the
cottage a hundred years ago
one roomed, thick walled
the kind you see in
coffee table books
I sit in the inglenook
(there must be a celtic name
for that recessed spot
seats on two sides
fire in the middle you can
look right up the chimney)
she showed me how to turn
the handle of the large wheel
against the wall that somehow
sends air up through the grate's
bottom: I cranked it round
and round made the peat glow
bright she said you need to make
a wish whenever you do
something new – my wish is
to return to Lena's inglenook
2023 Jacqueline Jackson
