Lilies of the Field Plump nipple blossoms more like - neatly sewn onto a blue bodice. Virgin surprise! One wink and they’re blown confetti on wet ground. Unrelated Images Sequence Those images I had trashed sing now their separation. I. An arch forms beneath the new forsythia leaf enter the moorhen in … Continue reading Two poems by C. Murray
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Two poems by Kate Dempsey
Mash I was at a village fete with you in the sunshine, hand in hand bouncy castle, tombola, homemade jam I judged the mashed potato contest giving marks for presentation, flavour, consistency. The winner, a dimpled woman of Amish appearance. What’s your secret? I asked before I woke. It’s about love, she said, all … Continue reading Two poems by Kate Dempsey
Two poems by Nuala Ní Chonchúir
The Lunar Spread On Half Moon Street we eat Tunisian orange cake, under a painting of a melon that spills seeds like love. Over Notre Dame the moon is a plate, tossed by a Greek waiter from rue Hachette. Clear of Galway’s rooftops the full moon – bald as a skull – crowns the … Continue reading Two poems by Nuala Ní Chonchúir
‘For the Unkept House’ by Vona Groarke
For the Unkept House Fill the bucket with water. Fill the coffin with stones. There’s a full moon over the river and there’s no going home. Make a well in the water. Make a house in the dark. There’s a full moon over the meadow and there’s no going back. Sweep the stars from the … Continue reading ‘For the Unkept House’ by Vona Groarke
A poem by Barbara Smith
One of Each You were nearly Nemain and Macha for a while, as I reversed into the idea of two not one. I turned to books to see how to deal with motherhood again. Born in the hot-house of Gemini, Dáire, you were all ready for the bull’s-eye. Small, dark, but sturdy like an … Continue reading A poem by Barbara Smith
‘i and the Village’ by C. Murray
i and the Village (after Marc Chagall) Dew drops into jade a three-quarter moon. Love O love! Your uprooted flower dissipates Its scentedness onto my hand, soon O soon recalling to me a certain music - My fate was always to leave the place where moon danced with subtle Neptune! All dissolves - Save … Continue reading ‘i and the Village’ by C. Murray
A poem by Paul Casey
The Speed of Cat's Eyes His eco-ship purrs silver-smooth past shores of bastard-amber stars, chases the veined twist of tail-lights, long spaces poised for sudden red. Earth's skin, spinning culture at past the speed of sound around its centre, skims the sun many thousand miles per hour more. He turns up his thoughts in … Continue reading A poem by Paul Casey
‘The Irish Slave’ by Ian Duhig
It is the Night of Power and the puppeteers are playing Kara Guez, Martyr to Chastity. Nubian Grooms are breaking cameleopards. Janissaries reline their cloaks with lynx fur. Sultan Mahmoud shows off his new French wife on a caïque drawn by jewelled fish. These fan the Bosphorus like a wedding train with an … Continue reading ‘The Irish Slave’ by Ian Duhig
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