Poetry by Eileen Farrelly

                 ​Bruce Guenter CC



Burning

You call me 
when your house is on fire
ask my advice - 
what to let burn
what to save. 
We talk it through
then you hang up the phone
and you are gone

But I’m still here
watching for smoke signals
across the valley
nursing my own small flame
until I realise it was my own house 
that was burning all along


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Eileen Farrelly lives in Scotland. Her poems have appeared most recently in The Gladrag, Marble and the Writers’ Café Magazine as well as in various anthologies. Her microchapbook, Tryst, was be published in January 2021 by Nightingale & Sparrow Press and her first chapbook Some things I ought to throw away will be published in 2021 by Dreich. She is also an artist and printmaker. You can find out more about her work at www.ellyfarrelly.co.uk

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