the wasp-sting
I arise to close
the heavy window
against cold fog
her woods are littered
with little death,
sucked out corpses,
desiccate(d) fruit flies
I feel my scars —
lacerations
snaking
ridged
against
spider scatters into
her charnel house
fast-as-light
her webs,
an ocean of exoskeletons,
my feet on bare wood,
I am becoming my wounds —
| © Chris Murray, a version of this poem appeared in And Agamemnon Dead: An Anthology Of Early Twenty First Century Irish Poetry. The official launch of the anthology will be take place in Skerries, Ireland on the 23rd May during the Donkey Shots, Skerries First International Avant Garde Poetry Festival |
 Christine Murray is a graduate of Art History and English Literature (UCD, Belfield, Dublin 4). She is a City and Guilds qualified restoration stonecutter (OPW). Her chapbook Three Red Things was published by Smithereens Press in June 2013. A collection of poems Cycles was published by Lapwing Press in Autumn 2013 . A dark tale The Blind was published by Oneiros Books late in 2013. Her second book length poem She was published in Spring 2014 (Oneiros Books). A chapbook Signature was published in March 2014 by Bone Orchard Press. |
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