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

A poem by Breda Wall Ryan

  Hope is the Deadliest Sin Captured in profile, the bird-woman’s one startled avian eye glares at the painter of masks who contorts her, feathers her throat, bulges her crop. Sated with grapes, she is caught in the act of plucking a plum from the folds of her shot-silk lap, head tilted back for a bird’s eye view of his brush as it paints her … Continue reading A poem by Breda Wall Ryan