⏩ Frankie Quinn is a former republican prisoner who is now a community activist. He is the author of Open Gates, a book of poetry.
She emerged from the woods to where
He lay prostrate, blood streaming from
A chest wound. She knelt beside him
Kissed his parched lips, their faces
And bodies pressed into one.
A powerful hawk thrust forth from the
Thickets to the sky and hovered over the trees.
It wheeled and soared towards the mountains
A feather fell from its breast,
They watched as it floated from the silent sky.
She put out both her hands and caught it,
Placing it on his torn body.
It knitted his lesion like a spider’s web
And they grew together becoming a bush of
Wild pink roses on the forest’s edge.