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#BlogTour #Poetry #Extract The Streets, Like Flowers, Come Alive In The Rain By Steve Denehan #pottersgrovepress

Hello Book Dragons! Happy Easter to all who celebrates! I am very happy for warmer weather and longer days. 🙂 What is your favourite season? Today on the blog, I would like to share an extract/ poem from the book, and I hope you will like it. 🙂 Please show some love to the wonderful bloggers on this tour by checking out their post and sharing if you enjoyed them. 😉

Publisher:  Potter’s Grove Press LLC
ISBN13: 978-1951840235
Genre: Poetry
Release date: 31 03 2021
Price*: Kindle £3.06 (GBP)/  Paperback £9.44 (GBP)
Kindle $4.23 (USD)/ Paperback $12.99 (USD)
Pages: ~ 173
You can get this book here:
Amazon UK

Description of the book: “The Streets, Like Flowers, Come Alive in the Rain’ is full of beautiful moments overlooked by the busy, but collected by the poet, whose quiet watchful gaze captures life and lets it sparkle, smoke and burn on the page. Here Denehan explores the innocence and ignorance of childhood as father, as man and as boy, how happiness is often tainted by truths yet to be revealed and how it can be regained by the joys of living. Here you will find brief violent wishes amongst even more violent acts, for life is not peaceful and just as you consider yourself safe, a particular poem will leap out of the shadows and bite you. There are portraits here, strangers in pubs, the homeless on the streets, the prideful and the desperate too, hand in hand with the honest and the good. With language tinged with humour even in the darkest of poems, I believe Steve Denehan is a poet we should all be reading, for he has a voice that lightens the heart and gladdens the soul, with a little cheeky shock here and there just make sure we’re paying attention.” Haley Jenkins – Founder and editor of Selcouth Station.


We sat in the back of a jeep
somewhere in Morocco
having booked a day trip to the Sahara Desert
that morning a driver had collected us
he had very little English
we had been driving for three hours
I had expected there to be lots of sand
there was

I didn’t see the point of driving any further
there was sand and only sand
before us
behind us
all around us
it was fifty degrees
the air was broken glass and sandpaper
we kept driving

I tapped the driver on the shoulder
told him that it was okay
that we could go back now
that we had seen the desert
he smiled and nodded
said, “Yes, yes!”
and kept on driving

eventually, he stopped the jeep
got out, stretched
my wife and I looked at each other, shrugged and followed
the driver stood in front of us
closed his eyes
tilted his chin upward
held out his arms and exclaimed
The desert!

blue above us
yellow everywhere else
a caravan of camels
rippling in the distance
on the crest of a dune
stop-motion walking
moving almost imperceptibly
knots in a rope

About the author: Steve Denehan lives in Kildare, Ireland with his wife Eimear and daughter Robin. He is the author of two chapbooks and two collections. Two-time winner of Irish Times’ New Irish Writing, his numerous publication credits include Poetry Ireland Review, Acumen, Westerly, and Into The Void. He has been nominated for Best of the Net, Best New Poet, and has been twice nominated for The Pushcart Prize.
Twitter: @SteverinoD

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