Interrupted Vow
Polina Cosgrave
Blood of my blood, forever trapped in February mud
hunting the last life on once blossoming banks,
your trace in my veins is more fractious than Talmud,
your taste for infanticide is soaring up cruelty ranks.
I’m not anathematizing us, I cannot not watch
how you beheading all sense, and some POWs. Intermittent
our snow turned red, the arrows of my watch
stopped in February, but you fucking didn’t.
hunting the last life on once blossoming banks,
your trace in my veins is more fractious than Talmud,
your taste for infanticide is soaring up cruelty ranks.
I’m not anathematizing us, I cannot not watch
how you beheading all sense, and some POWs. Intermittent
our snow turned red, the arrows of my watch
stopped in February, but you fucking didn’t.
Polina Cosgrave is a bilingual writer/performer based in Dublin. Polina’s debut poetry collection My Name Is was published by Dedalus Press. Her work appeared on TV, radio and in numerous anthologies and magazines, including The Stinging Fly, Crannóg, Southword, Banshee and The Irish Times. Polina’s second poetry collection Cargo was published by The Gallery Press (2024).
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