Frankie Quinn with a poem from his book Open Gates.


Look Before You Speak

He took her to the top of a mountain
And showed her the beauty beneath her
And said
I love you
She surveyed her position
Then laughed in his face.
He jumped off the edge and crushed
His skull on the rocks below.
♞♜♝
She cried aloud; her tears fell
Like uncut diamonds
And splashed in his blood.
She stretched out her arms
Fell forward and crushed her skull
On the rocks below.
Their matter mixed and ran with the fresh water
Stream into the valley where the lake rested.
♞♜♝
A salmon drank their fluid
And arose out of the water
Two white swans
The cob swan looked at the
Hen swan and said
This is a beautiful valley, and I...
She stopped him,
Wrapped her neck around his
And said Yes, this is a beautiful valley.

⏩ Frankie Quinn is a former republican prisoner who is now a community activist. He is the author of Open Gates, a book of poetry.  

Look Before You Speak

Frankie Quinn with a poem from his book Open Gates.


Look Before You Speak

He took her to the top of a mountain
And showed her the beauty beneath her
And said
I love you
She surveyed her position
Then laughed in his face.
He jumped off the edge and crushed
His skull on the rocks below.
♞♜♝
She cried aloud; her tears fell
Like uncut diamonds
And splashed in his blood.
She stretched out her arms
Fell forward and crushed her skull
On the rocks below.
Their matter mixed and ran with the fresh water
Stream into the valley where the lake rested.
♞♜♝
A salmon drank their fluid
And arose out of the water
Two white swans
The cob swan looked at the
Hen swan and said
This is a beautiful valley, and I...
She stopped him,
Wrapped her neck around his
And said Yes, this is a beautiful valley.

⏩ Frankie Quinn is a former republican prisoner who is now a community activist. He is the author of Open Gates, a book of poetry.  

No comments