Poem for Oscar with Stars in it Hoisted in the high chair of my arm – all bum and elbows and chocolate ice-cream hands – you point a finger up at the fluid night sky and say star. We’re on the porch of your uncle’s house, on one of the year’s fledgling days, a couple … Continue reading ‘Poem for Oscar with Stars in it’ by Kevin Graham
Tag: Irish Writing
Two poems by Jane Clarke
The Finest Specimen When I was a child my father wrote the twelve fair days of Roscommon on the back of a Players pack and taught me to recite them as farmers used to do. He showed me where the blacksmith had inscribed 1865 on a gate - the year Yeats was born, he’d say. … Continue reading Two poems by Jane Clarke
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 … 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 … 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 … Continue reading Three poems by Jane Clarke
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, … Continue reading Three poems by Mark Granier
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 … Continue reading Two poems by Maurice Devitt
Two poems by Brendan Cleary
Not Yet for Michaella hardly surprising your Dad on the phone explaining in graphic detail the intricate laws of physics when you say you're convinced if you persevere that is in the madness & chaos & wind eventually you'll levitate that's quite a lot of cushions to be stacking up & keep the best … Continue reading Two poems by Brendan Cleary
Two poems by John W Sexton
Bog Asphodel Here I birth and here I am, tar water my start; yet through the seeping space of bog I erupt in yellow stars. Then nebulae am I and I am a starnight of saffron. Bog is the roof of the underworld, where upside down the dead walk with their feet shadowing the … Continue reading Two poems by John W Sexton
Two poems by Ron Carey
Among Men There are a few originals left – a small curmudgeon Of diehards, one might say. Life has put something Sharp in our water or something shaky beneath Our pale, Tupperware skin. We’re not complaining. That’s just the way of it. No hand-holding, thank God, But we are interested in each other … Continue reading Two poems by Ron Carey
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