Poems by Anne Fitzgerald
Anne Fitzgerald is a graduate of Trinity College, Dublin and Queen’s University, Belfast. Her poetry collections are, Vacant Possession (Salmon Poetry, 2017), Beyond the Sea, (Salmon Poetry, 2012), The Map of Everything, (Fort Foot Press, 2006) and Swimming Lessons, (Stonebridge, 2001). She had edited, produced and designed four anthologies of young adults’ poetry; and founded two school publishing houses, in addition to www.fortyfootpress.com. She teaches Creative Writing in Ireland and North America. Anne is a recipient of the Ireland Fund of Monaco Literary bursary at the Princess Grace Irish Library in Monaco. She lives in Dún Laoghaire, Co. Dublin, Ireland. For further information see http://www.fortyfootpress.com/anne-fitzgerald.html and https://www.salmonpoetry.com/details.php?ID=443&a=229
Notes My Brother Left in Block Capitals
Hey little fattso, stupid little Annie.
From your brilliant brainy brother.
I’ve taken your Laurel and Hardy
Forty-five, Trail of the Lonesome Pine
to help play poker better. I lost it.
I am throwing you into Boarding School
down the country. No one will know you.
I will make sure you will be forgotten.
Your green Cannon camera brought back
from New York broke in my hand somehow.
He was on the back foot
after I found his fingers
curled between the heads
of Douglas Hyde and Charles
Stewart Parnell. His true
affection for others hard
earned dosh realised. Less
devotion not to be seen
from a priest or a brother
as bells ring at benediction.
© Anne Fitzgerald