Listen to Laura Swift read her poem “Silage Time.”
Silage Time
They looked so snug
All four bundled together
Fitting into each other
Like a feathered jig saw puzzle.
Tiny yellow beaks, not squawking now.
I could see that their bellies were full.
Thin fragile skin stretched around
A frame of tiny wish bones.
They were almost perfect.
You could barely see the mark
Where the soft tractor tyre had rolled
Over their universe.
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Laura Swift lives in Tramore, Co. Waterford. She has always loved English, having studied it in UCD. She’s now keeping suckler cows and pedigree Herefords. She loves the combination of the hands-on approach of farming and the more reflective aspect of poetry.For her, they compliment each other really well.
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- Silage Time by Laura Swift - June 16, 2022