Sean Maguire with a poem from a published collection of his work.

A full read book drenched in dull red
wine
from a glass of half-slept dreams.

A body old before his time,
trapped in childhood screams.

Sinking to the lowest ebb,
peeling layers from dead skin.

A broken fist, raised a toast to a
tangled brain,
in a spider’s web. 

➽Seán Maguire has been writing poetry, song lyrics, short stories and non-fiction for over thirty years and has had a considerable amount of his work published in magazines, newspapers, anthologies and online blogs. The above poem is taken from his collection For Those Left Behind.

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Sean Maguire with a poem from a published collection of his work.

A full read book drenched in dull red
wine
from a glass of half-slept dreams.

A body old before his time,
trapped in childhood screams.

Sinking to the lowest ebb,
peeling layers from dead skin.

A broken fist, raised a toast to a
tangled brain,
in a spider’s web. 

➽Seán Maguire has been writing poetry, song lyrics, short stories and non-fiction for over thirty years and has had a considerable amount of his work published in magazines, newspapers, anthologies and online blogs. The above poem is taken from his collection For Those Left Behind.

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