Bovine
A poem about making peace with a sense of home. Published by Cast, a theatre in Doncaster, as audio format in 2020.
A farm, on the Irish border;
Where you felt as penned in as
Your father’s cows, their mooing
Normally the only sound at night
Bar the odd baa of a sheep or bark
Of a dog, or the crow of the rooster
On Saturday mornings
When you would roam fields
To kill time; you longed to escape from farm animals and pastoral scenes, but on this Saturday,
In Yorkshire
Belfast and London loved & left behind, and that summer in America; 18 houses lived in since
18 years of age
You finally see the charm
Of cows,
And belonging
To a place