Cancellations

by Taidgh Lynch

We queued at the check-in desk

staring at the arrivals

and destination panels

hearing a doomed overhead

voice booming out cancellations.

We counted the hours and

watched passer-bys, collect bags

and ghost towards exits, with

faces well worn, leaving us

alone in the haunted halls

with nothing but news updates

to pin on our hopes of home.

Constant

by Taidgh Lynch

We enter deep mountains,

alone and dark in our thoughts,

with footsteps echoing constant,

and wind screeching fierce in our ears.

Up above the sky is tempest,

an empty hole full of space.