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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Bio


Anton Floyd born in Cairo, Egypt, a Levantine mix of Irish, Maltese, English and French Lebanese, now lives in West Cork, Ireland. Widely published in Ireland and overseas. A debut collection, Falling into Place (Revival Press), was published in 2018 with Depositions forthcoming in June 2022 from Doire Press.


Anton Floyd


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Exile

Dragonfly wings used to gleam as lucid glass.
Each day was a book of beauty
each page singing to the wider world
with fields, highways, mountains, soaring skies
horizons incandescent in the sun.
When the mountains mustered their storm clouds
and the moon rose bare cheeked, emaciated,
we learned how fear has hungry tentacles
how exile always treads the way of the cross.
Our world became a cage with invisible bars.
In weakened hands fingers are sieves
for only the earth can hold these dark secrets.
Abandoned villages stare like grieving widows.
In empty granaries the birds are mute.