Frankie Quinn with a poem from his expansive body of work.
Hunger
Hunger Small precious gift beneath rubble’s volume
Hidden within crusty darkness longing for light
It grows with intense penetrating pureness
Curled protected small foot dissolved with security
Of solid foundation anchored forever wanting home.
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Hunger burns within Sands’ crystallised fusion
Creates wondrous stone viewed by none who
Dare open wounds entwined in the belly of
An ocean of pain swallowed saltwater lives fall on
A May Day hovering above still-living Gaza strip.
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Ever so patiently open to reveal the precious
Poet who died to free the immortal soul
Sought after by all who proclaim righteousness
Inside the Zionist tomb where sleep becomes
An oystercatcher’s nightmare locked in a H Block hell.
⏩ Frankie Quinn is a former republican prisoner who is now a community activist. He is the author of Open Gates, a book of poetry.
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