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 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

A poem by Breda Wall Ryan

  The Snow Woman She was a blow-in then, the snow a wordless paper sheet, her footprints the first blunt penstrokes with everything still to write: spring planting, barley sheaves, a bitter crop of stones and chaneys at the turn of the year. Windblown crows dropped in through holes punched in the sky, gossiped year after year. She wrote children, they built the scarecrow in … Continue reading A poem by Breda Wall Ryan

Two poems by Maurice Devitt

  First Days of Winter Trees blue and leafless, a doily of frost forms on the front lawn, first peelings of ice on pathways, winter coats stiff and reluctant. Words, chipped from frozen thoughts, disappear in a blur of breath, as movements slow and bony fingers burrow into gloves. Shoes, now too big for curled toes, skate on polished tiles and soft, summer bodies totter … Continue reading Two poems by Maurice Devitt