‘Songs of the the Sea’ by Eleanor Hooker

Songs of the Sea At Kilmore town ancient carols are sung, legend says the sea will drown their town. Casting stones into the sea is wrong, storm-crested waves drag silent sail down. Legend says the sea will drown their town, a silver coin beneath the mast brings luck. Storm crested waves drag silent sail down, church bells sound when sinking ships are struck, A silver … Continue reading ‘Songs of the the Sea’ by Eleanor Hooker

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

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

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

Two poems by Eleanor Hooker

  Mirrored She visited again last night, no pike this time. She was singing too. Her song is the sound of a heavy body Dragging itself, deadly, up the stairs. Her malady not too dissimilar to that thud-thump heartbeat In my ears. She brought mirrors into my mind and in my mind she filled the mirrors with crows, huge-beaked, hungry crows. That fed. And though … Continue reading Two poems by Eleanor Hooker