Patricia Walsh

Plot Spoiler

Patricia Walsh

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I was afraid of the plot spoiler,

Eschewing the part of the fortune teller,

Lighting smoke and mirrors to celebrate

Giving jest of purpose falling carved on its face.


Makeshift art cobbles the exit strategy,

Minding steps where intended, alarm on silent,

Another boredom reduction strategy sings,

Waxing through circumstance a cold circuit.


A stain on the glass proves nothing now,

Playing to the gallery a subtle confession,

Planting herbs quietly for lack of evidence

Megaphoning special efforts lovingly sour.


Miniature handbags betray a sudden wealth,

Wanderlust divisions call the last post,

Ceramic points of view a great white hope,

Cheering alarms a blunt act of discovery.


Handshake a given crime, too much to recall

Burning down familiarity to a just cause,

Flashing cameras a blackened luxury

Plagiarised from experience a continuous mess.


Forgotten flowers adore the lightning shelf,

Forgetting work for fear of the wooden spoon,

Qualified to burst down banks of ridicule,

Feeding shovels of lard to a blond future.


Patricia Walsh


Patricia Walsh was born and raised in the parish of Mourneabbey, Co Cork, Ireland, and was educated in University College Cork, being shortlisted for inclusion for publication in the 2017 edition of the The Quarryman. Previously she has published one collection of poetry, titled Continuity Errors, with Lapwing Publications in 2010, and has since been published in a variety of print and online journals.  She has also published a novel, titled The Quest for Lost Eire, in 2014, and performed in the ‘closed mic’ section of the Ó Bhéal Winter Warmer Festival in 2016.