In a clearing near midfield
 she is tossing her hair, waving her arms,

 catching hold of, taking for a wild spin
 a new constellation, The Chariot.

 The Centre holds. Big wheels rattle and hum.
 Sparks fly from her.

Note: “The Chariot” in line 4 is italicised.
This appeared in Granier’s book AIRBORNE, published by Salmon Poetry (Cliffs of Moher, Co Mayo) in 2001.

[The allusion in the fifth line is to Yeats’s “The Second Coming”:

“Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold” - martin]

I think this poem is simply about freedom, cutting loose, busting out to join in the dance. I was at that concert too, it was deadly!

The following links have reviews and some more of his poetry.

http://www.writerscentre.ie/anthology/granier.html
http://www.salmonpoetry.com/airborne.html

ciao
Sarah

Martin adds

The poem reminds me in a way of Benet’s “Winged Man” [Poem #609], for its use of “cosmic” imagery to suggest an exuberant magnificence of spirit. The phrase “The Centre holds” gave me a sudden vision of a luminous, laughing figure, alone in a dark field while the universe revolves around her. Beautiful.