Three poems by Patrick Deeley

Precursor Tetrapod hardly covers it, old boy or girl coming out of the sea. Tetrapod, four-foot, accurate but basic as the mud in my mind’s eye you’re treading. Amphibian then, since you take a fresh element, the shelf of land, cumbersomely on, all to do in your warty green skin. Newt might fit, or giant newt, as you lay down a track-way of footprints that … Continue reading Three poems by Patrick Deeley

Three poems by Victoria Kennefick

Rib I have visited your grave many times expecting to find you tending your plot, maybe with a shovel or a strimmer, turning your handsomely-lined face towards the sun. In Kilmahon cemetery, wild garlic excretes a heavy smell. White bonnets bob at your wooden cross, embarrassed to show their faces, roots grown so deep. Reflected in the bronze plaque, my borrowed face, my something blue. … Continue reading Three poems by Victoria Kennefick

Two poems by Doireann Ní Ghríofa

Museum I am custodian of this exhibition of erasures, curator of loss. I watch over pages of scribbles, deletions, obliterations, in a museum that preserves not what is left, but what is lost. Where arteries are unblocked, I keep the missing clots. I collect all the lasered tattoos that let skin start again. In this exhibition of erasures, I am curator of loss. See the … Continue reading Two poems by Doireann Ní Ghríofa

Two poems by Eileen Sheehan

    My Father, Long Dead My father, long dead, has become air Become scent of pipe smoke, of turf smoke, of resin Become light and shade on the river Become foxglove, buttercup, tree bark Become corncrake lost from the meadow Become silence, places of calm Become badger at dusk, deer in the thicket Become grass on the road to the castle Become mist on … Continue reading Two poems by Eileen Sheehan

Three poems by Colin Dardis

  Cinnabar Going to rinse the saucepan, I spy a rose petal in the sink: bent purple, withered in this high-seventies weather, most unseasonable of seasons. Somehow circumvented angles of back yard, oil tank and washing-line, through kitchen window, onto an irregular place of rest. Leaning in, I find its being: a red cabbage leaf from last night’s salad, a beauty non-transferable, utterly throwaway.   … Continue reading Three poems by Colin Dardis

Lesley Martin

  Three Churches   I. Augustinian Priory St Augustine, patron saint of brewers, printers and theologians, is depicted holding a quill, poised to write, in a stained glass window overlooking the shrine of St Jude, patron saint of desperate cases and lost causes. To light candle insert coins into slot and press button on candle of choice.   II. The Collegiate Church of St Nicholas … Continue reading Lesley Martin

Three poems by Jane Clarke

  Winter Since the trouble with his heart she tries to keep him in but before the breakfast tea is cold, he shrugs on his coat, lifts his cap, blackthorn stick and heads out across the fields to count cattle and sheep check how far the flood has risen, break ice for cows at the pond. There’s not a pick on him; he feels every … Continue reading Three poems by Jane Clarke

Three poems by Jessica Traynor

  Road This old invention: immaculate in morning sunshine, relaxing in the heat like a girl who wants to dance although the night has been long. Guided by the central yin, a car reveals children’s faces – morning daisies shut tight against the last of the frost. A second shared with them; fractured understanding grasped at, let falter. The road in silence is duller, hums … Continue reading Three poems by Jessica Traynor

Three poems by Mark Granier

  Keys At 18, I wore a bunch of them –– pendants on a leather thong. I wanted secrets to keep, the jingle, the little teeth turning the pins, old tangible symbols. As if I might learn to belong by playing at being warder to a makeshift life: the front door to my first home, ‘Rockville’ (the only one with an actual name); the flat … Continue reading Three poems by Mark Granier