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Out, Out by Eithne Hand

A new poem

Eithne Hand
Eithne Hand
Nostalgia, that’s out. And sentiment.
Don’t mention roses, emotions
or anything to do with endearing
animals. And rhyme. Beware of that;
full, half, feminine or slant.
Use only if it seems accidental,
even if it was June and there was
a moon. Better to cut your hand off.
Leave out more words than in.

Last week an earnest friend said
he wished a pill could be invented
to stop people from writing poetry.
(no need for earnest)

Eithne Hand’s most recent collection is Tickle (Salmon Poetry), from which today’s poem is taken.