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New Voices [02]: Curry

By Hanna Bird

Curry

It was just curry at the end of the day.
Big oozing dollops of it served up on chips,
Eyes streaming from vinegar sting.
That stubborn stench that sticks to your hands
Makes you wonder how you could ever love it.
But you do, you always will.
It was curry that brought me back
To the end of a long shopping trip in the rain,
To the drive we took in the country,
Mr. Diamond crooning in the background.
Funny that it’s curry.
You didn’t even make it that often.

I can’t make it now. Can’t stomach it.
I’m stained for good.
You’re gone and my eyes are streaming.
No vinegar necessary.

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Born in Dublin to an Irish mother and Moroccan father, Hanna Bird spent part of her childhood in Casablanca and the rest in Wexford. Hanna studied Business & Politics in Trinity College Dublin but her true passion has always been writing- both poems and stories, with a wide variety of themes. Shyness has made her reluctant to share but hopes this submission is the start of a more courageous pursuit. Bird finished her first fictional Novel The Light that Filters Through a year ago and it would be a dream to have it published someday. She has begun her second novel and (in-between a day job as a Quality Analyst and being a mum) hopes to finish it … eventually!