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Funerary mask in gold foil embossed. IV Grave Circle A in the Royal Tombs of Mycenae. Dated in the 16th century B.C. National Archaeological Museum. Athens. Greece.
My mother taught me that love is not free

 

You are beautiful and we are poor, she said,

men will want you and you must ask for gold,

it will last longer than promises and kisses.

 

I am not that sort of girl, I said, but only to myself,

because she was not the sort of woman

who brooked dissent and she was my mother.

 

And I loved her although she broke me in,

brokered me, until I laughed at the poor boy

who loved me and refused all but the richest.

 

Even she could not refuse death, he took her

despite the gold I had laid in her cedar chest;

coronets, necklaces, bracelets, armlets, torcs.

 

I wore it all to her funeral, walked behind the bier

and all the way onto her funeral pyre,

felt the molten gold drench my face, my body,

now that I am golden she will love me at last.

 

 

© Siobhán Flynn

Picture 11019376, photograph of 16th century BCE item, image copyright Mary Evans / Thaliastock

 

 

Siobhán Flynn writes both poetry and short fiction. Her work has been placed and shortlisted in a number of competitions, including the Oliver Goldsmith prize, the Allingham prize, the Hennessy Awards and the iYeats poetry competition. She has been published in Wild Atlantic Words, Visual Verse, The Pickled Body, Amsterdam Quarterly, The Irish Times and others. A selection of her poems was highly commended in the Patrick Kavanagh award in 2018 and she was selected to read at the Poetry Introductions at the Cork International Poetry Festival in 2019. She lives in Churchtown in Dublin where she is a member of Airfield Writers. She is working towards a first collection.