Steve Denehan

Women Waiting for the Fishermen on
Nazaré Beach, Portugal, 1955

The week has ended and we wait
dressed in black
white eyes straining
eager for an imperfection on the horizon

we are not sisters in blood but sisters in waiting
sisters that wait on lemon sand
under an innocent blue sky
sisters that are grey and silent, grey and silent

some pace the beach leaving solitary sets of footprints behind
patterns, broken spirals
serrated waves in the sand waiting themselves
to be smoothed by the greedy ocean

some stand still, unblinking, rosary beads clenched
in lonely, aging hands
some of us have children waiting at home
waiting to be fed

two of us sisters stayed at home today
they still wear black
I see them at the market
they always look away

Steve Denehan lives in Kildare, Ireland with his wife Eimear and daughter Robin. Publication credits include The Irish Times, Poetry Ireland Review, The Phoenix, Into the Void, The Opiate, The Hungry Chimera, Ink in Thirds, Crack The Spine and The Cape Rock. He has been nominated for The Pushcart Prize and Best New Poet and his chapbook, Of Thunder, Pearls and Birdsong is available from Fowlpox Press.