Category: A Saturday Woman Poet

  • “Time” by Fidel Hogan Walsh and Julie Corcoran

    2020, Memories Blinded in a winter’s dread no prophet foresaw. Spring’s new life erupted into a chaos of fear. Desolation replaced the warmth of a hug. Children banished from our everyday lives! Ahh, the blessings — a swift journey home to the unexpected happiness under one roof. Chatter, laughter — a family enduring dark days…

  • “I Have to Believe that the Body Aspires to a Soul” and other poems by Ann Pedone

      I Have to Believe that the Body Aspires to a Soul I tell you/there was something about that woman/her face/undiluted/ lips open/as if she were waiting/for the sky to come/down on her. There was something about it that/I needed to know/something that/I wanted to remember/something/it was the light/that mattered/this woman/gathered/the light/ held it in-side…

  • ‘After Rembrandt’s Women’ by Iseult Healy

      Delicious She was no Eve this apple of a woman whose red dress surrounded the flowing flesh of twin hillocks, hung over the ridge of her cheeks to flow down to stocking tops Hot and juicy, easy-peel woman They ate at their pleasure wiped her juice from their jaws munched to the skeletal core…

  • A Celebration of Irish women poets on Bloomsday 2020

    A Celebration of Irish women poets on Bloomsday 2020

    ‘Words Like Stars’ by Roisin Ní Neachtain How they flow unformed Then fix themselves like the stars Shivering and held up Worshipped And I And they Staggering and squawking Sweating and squabbling Night and day Wobbling words Singing Dust Dust Dust Corrosive mantles Wrought to a stain Stain us Stain the water to the earth…

  • “Síle Na Gig” and other poems by Libby Hart

      Agatha Most paintings portray you as a placid woman bearing a salver, as if you were offering cupcakes, rather than the two breasts that were sheared from your body. If there is anguish, it’s half-hearted. If there is blood, it’s a thimbleful. Such feeble depictions of brutal revenge. Some say you were then rolled…

  • “Morning Yearning” and other poems by Alanna D. Merriman

    Morning Yearning The time it takes to know one’s ticks Is a short, round the clock to Twenty-four To love them takes only one With blindfold eyes in bedroom Morning, empty coffee cups Dusty shakes of mindless thoughts Importance comes too late When idle happiness warms Their train seat home Why does time excuse endless…

  • “Words Like Stars” and other poems by Roisin Ní Neachtain

    Janus His Janus head looks both ways, Double-jointed at the neck. The honey juice of the persimmon Bursts from their mouths, Babbling tales in frothy tones. A river parts his muscles. The knot in his guts is split. Inimical flesh in the dour night, Unborn in blackness, You seek, four-eyed, for memories that the oil…

  • “Way-Tamer” and other poems by Kathryn Keane

    Driving Lesson All I have in this breath is This brain in this tin shell In this endless second My grip choking the wheel – This brain in this tin shell Rattles and stutters and jerks My grip choking the wheel So letting go is the only thing That rattles and stutters and jerks Will…

  • “Harbour’s Mouth” and other poems by Annette Skade

    Threnody I know why the sea churns. A woman gets the news, drops to the chair, floor – further, the quick in her bleeds out. She is liquid now, leaching away, this hour, this day, day-on-day. At the back of her eyes a face ebbs and flows: his lop-sided smile makes room for her touch,…

  • “Irish Twins” and other poems by Roberta Beary

    Genetics Your eyes are big and round like your father’s but while his are the color of the Irish Sea yours are the color of the muddy fields on my father’s land fit only for the peasants who worked them. abortion day a shadow flutters the fish tank Publication credit: Rattle #47, Spring 2015 (ed.…