By Anne Casey
A penny in a new purse (that it may never be empty)
The Child of Prague left out all night (to bring a dry day for the First Holy Communion)
Never pick a flower from a fairy fort (It will bring down a curse)
Never speak ill of the dead (no matter how wicked they were, God rest their immortal soul)
A spit on the hand to seal the deal
A prayer to St Anthony to find something lost
To St Jude in the case of lost hope
Novenas on your knees if there’s no hope at all (because miracles can happen – just look at Auntie Marie’s neighbour’s first cousin)
Never open an umbrella in the house (It will stunt your growth)
Eat your crusts (They’ll make your hair curl, or straight if it’s curly)
Don’t make that face (If the wind turns, you’ll be stuck with it)
Red and green should never be seen
Never wear shiny shoes with a skirt
Only eat pork if there’s an ‘r’ in the month
Don’t change a clout till May is out
Waste not, want not
Never gift a knife to a friend (It will cut your ties)
If a coal falls from the fire, a stranger is coming
Don’t believe everything you hear
Seeing is believing
The rules we lived by
Before we had internet or mobile phones or colour tv
Before we knew, for better or worse
That no matter how complicated it might have seemed
Life would never be that simple
Ever again
Because
The wind did turn, leaving us to face the ugliness
And the rain came down, the wicked were blessed
Hope was lost, our growth stunted
Our hair curled and uncurled
As colours clashed and on reflection
A strange underbelly was revealed
We consumed in excess when we knew it was wrong
Changing everything
Piling wasteful want
Onto wanton waste
Knives out, ties cut, sparks flew, strangers fell
As we followed the herd
Saw too much, believed too well
So I am turning back to times past when all was lost
And my novena is this
Today, just for today
Let everyone in the whole wide world
Wake
With eyes coloured
Only by love
With hands and minds
Able
Only to be kind
Because miracles can happen
Still
“Credos” was shortlisted for the Cúirt International Poetry Prize 2017. It was first published in ‘Tools for Solidarity’ poetry pamphlet in June 2017. This poem was also published in Anne Casey’s poetry collection, “where the lost things go” (Salmon Poetry, 2017).
Artwork by Jackie Benney. Published with permission of the artist.