Scar by Ciaran Parkes


Eight years old, the window pane exploding
into shattered glass. Not feeling anything
but a kind of drowsy shock. All the way to hospital,
a neighbour holding the wound shut. Now I feel
like reaching back some days, to try and slip
my arm away from her life-saving grip.

by Ciaran Parkes

Editor’s Note: This poem cuts the reader to the quick.


2 responses to “Scar by Ciaran Parkes”

  1. Bob Bradshaw Avatar
    Bob Bradshaw

    This packs a punch that’s more than a quick jab.

  2. Janice D. Soderling Avatar

    Well said, Christine. Cuts to the quick.

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