Thursday, February 9, 2023

Miss Nora by Dennis Moriarty

Miss Nora is a quaint old lady, a local
celebrity of sorts.
Eats hot buttered toast, Greek yogurt
and porridge for breakfast.
Dutifully taking her pills with all the
enthusiasm of Johnny Cash
on a 1960’s Nashville bender.
Drinks with the thirst of Oliver Reed,
back and forth
the well of temptation, abstinence a word
she cares not to hear.
She is a gastronomist, the best food critic
this town as ever known,
curses with all the eloquence of Gordon
Ramsey
reading from a script to camera.
She’s a connoisseur
of the finest chocolate, not for her that
cheap supermarket shit,
85% cocoa and nothing less. Once, after
a night of over indulgence,
a whole box of Green And Black’s organic,
she ended up in rehab,
hooked up all day to a drip and at 5o’clock
we picked her up
and she sat in the back of the car, totally unaware
that we were now £300 poorer,
totally ignoring the vet who stood on out
on the pavement,
gleefully waving goodbye!


Dennis Moriarty was born in London, England and now lives in Wales. Married with five grown up offspring Dennis likes walking the dog in the mountains, reading and writing.

In 2017 he won the Blackwater poetry competition and went to county Cork in Ireland to read his work at the international poetry festival. Dennis has had poems featured in many publications including Blue nib, Our poetry archive, Setu bilingual, The passage between and others.

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