On Rossnowlagh Beach two people are dancing
old time ballroom on the wet sands
and someone is playing waltzes on an accordion

the sea salt fucks up the mother-of-pearl buttons
the sand grains get stuck in the teeth
and from here you look East to see North

the Orange men are walking or lying
in rolled-up trouser legs and shirt sleeves
oh, it’s been a grand summer
bowled on the strand like tenpin skittles

and Marconi says the farthest distance
between two points, is polarisation

* poem, in its entirety, is available in the printed version of the current issue


Gary Allen has published 19 collections of poetry, most recently Bonfire Night (Greenwich Exchange Publishing). He is also the author of three novels and a collection of short stories. He has been highly commended in the Forward Prize competition.

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