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Wrens in the Poplar
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Donal Mahoney


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There are peeps
from the wren house
high in the poplar
as the sun peeks
over the roses.
Or maybe I'm wrong.
Perhaps I hearaltar boys
reciting their prayers
at the foot of the altar
at the start of a Latin Mass
decades ago in achurch
silent now for years.
Whether it's peeps
or prayersI'm not certain
untilI seethe cat
hunkeredlike a tank
under the poplar, hoping
to receive communion.

by Donal Mahoney.
Used with the author’s permission.

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Donal Mahoney lives in St. Louis, Missouri. A native of Chicago, he spent the early Seventies actively submitting poems to print journals and enjoyed some success. He then took a 35-year hiatus from poetry to work as an editor of prose at such lofty establishments as theChicago Sun-Times, Loyola University Press, and Washington University in St. Louis to support and educate five children. Upon retirement, Donal took to his recliner, and was perfectly happy sitting and listening to Gregorian chant all day. After three years, however, his wife interrupted with a Gregorian chant of her own. She bought Donal a computer and showed him where the boxes of still-unpublished poems had been stored in the basement for many years. Thus Donal began actively submitting again in June 2008. He has since had more than three hundred poems published here and abroad, an achievement he credits largely to his wife.


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Ross Kightly:
I feel sure the cat, like all the rest of the tribe, must really be a heathen... nice one, Donal!
Posted 08/07/2013 10:40 AM
Jo:
You made me laugh. What a delightful poem.
Posted 08/04/2013 09:03 PM
Wilda Morris:
Delightful!
Posted 08/04/2013 06:37 PM
LindaCrosfield:
And furthermore, I just mentioned to my husband how I still remember your Apple Fritter poem, and looked it up, and I still can't read it aloud without choking up!
Posted 08/04/2013 02:58 PM
LindaCrosfield:
Love this, as I do all your poems, Donal.
Posted 08/04/2013 02:54 PM
transitions:
I hope it was an 'unforgiven' cat and did Not receive communion of any kind :) I loved it; thank you! Judy
Posted 08/04/2013 01:35 PM
Havenwood:
Whoa...I did not see that coming! A clever and well done write!
Posted 08/04/2013 01:20 PM
David Alpaugh:
Whenever I check out the contributors list at an online journal and see his name the first poem I read is the one by Donal Mahoney. He never disappoints! "Wrens in the Poplar" is brilliant.
Posted 08/04/2013 10:52 AM
Janet Leahy:
Your reference to the Latin Mass is woven so well into this poem and then the communion, thanks Donal.
Posted 08/04/2013 10:24 AM
Buckner14:
Hunkered like a tank--Yes!
Posted 08/04/2013 10:05 AM
peninsulapoet:
Lovely music in this poem.
Posted 08/04/2013 09:57 AM
Donna Pflueger:
...Whether its peeps or prayers... Donal, your poem, woven with just the right amount of words, set the scene and led me to an ending that made me chuckle! Thanks for a great poem!
Posted 08/04/2013 08:31 AM
erinsnana:
I love this!
Posted 08/04/2013 07:39 AM
Charly:
Love this poem...amusing and real!
Posted 08/04/2013 07:03 AM


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