‘Dublin Puzzle’ by Aoife Lyall

    The porous bag sliced through. Sediment gathered in the corners. We upend the pieces into the lid and bottom. We shift through them, panning for edges, corners. We kneel on the green felt kings use to play chess and peer at each piece; inscrutable, divine, mysterious. The gradations, lines, shadings, out of place – the edges connect, the real work begins. Some pieces … Continue reading ‘Dublin Puzzle’ by Aoife Lyall

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

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