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Poem of the Week |28| Packie’s Waltz

By Eoghan O'Driscoll

Packie’s waltz

I saw him in the crowd
He was dancing alone
Waltzing around the square
Some ghost of a long
Lost love there in his arms,
His feet following
That music, the beat
Of his broken heart.
I was with some lads
Even their names now
I can not remember
Yet I walked away from
Him, head down
He was blood,
He was my uncle Packie,
A top accountant in a firm
In London, an A in every
Maths test he ever sat,
He fell in love
And when things didn’t
Work out he had
Breakdown after breakdown,

If I was back there now,
I would have gone over
And danced
In his arms up and down
The street.

Eoghan O'Driscoll 1 posts 0 comments

Eoghan started writing poetry when he was 15. His work deals in with his experience of homelessness, mental hospitals and street life, that he experianced here and in England. He has self published 5 collections of poems that he sold on the street for a fiver. He has read widely and studied American Poetry at night in UCD. He worked in the national library in kildare street, He's been home in Kilkenny for ten years and things are going grand.