The Fellowship of the Invisible

a new poem

Many powerful conversational disclosures begin with the words ‘My mother’ or ‘My father’. This poem came from overhearing those phrases seemingly arriving from many directions over many days and as a kind of overarching descant to a week of conversations in Ireland. The poem tries to hear the true voice underneath the exploratory speaking voice. The lines soon found their way into all the timeless inherited and often unresolved voices we each carry inside us. Any sentence that begins with ‘My mother’ or ‘My father’ is always looking to forgive or to be forgiven.