Category: New Poetry From Ireland
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‘tree is real silver’ published Poetry Ireland Review (N°138)
Tree is real silver I. Birds tremble there alighting — (lighting) its stained glass recedes and within each bright ening light ening shape the song of a bird embeds a garnet— Each red-feathered song pewtering silver -ground on lazuli II. I see their (a) -lighting. They leaf the tree in the absence of bud,…
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“Moss” and other poems by Niamh Twomey
Homing Salmon Under the gush of shower water your greying skin flails. In your mind you wade back to the brook, the water icy even in summer, your seven siblings balancing on the pebbled belly of the River Fergus, suds in your hair, brothers dunking you under, ice forming in your brain, penetrating your veins,…
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‘The Writing Desk’ and other poems by Sinéad McClure
Subsidence I’m of the age now That’s how my GP put it as he half muttered something about female hormones leaving my body I imagined them packing their bags happily, looking forward to exploring better terrain, cooler plains. They don’t leave quietly there is a deep boom sounding in me loud enough to raise heckles…
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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…
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“Distancing” and other poems by Jessamine O’Connor
Meet me for coffee Not a cup of tea, a pint or just ‘meet me’ because I want to wait awkward at a counter beside you with the steam spluttering, the espresso machine knocking and our overdressed elbows almost touching. I want to sit opposite you at a small table that can never be…
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‘Fold’ and other poems by Kay Liston
Fold Melded into the metal door at the back of the old Alhambra, Sheltered by a short canopy that still boasts the glory of its stained green glass, Maurice tries to move his frozen arm. All feeling fails him, as he pumps the fingers of his right hand. The thumping heart rhythms in his ears…
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“The First Casualty of the Summer” and other poems by Emily S. Cooper
The First Casualty of the Summer Can a dropped ice cream be a joyful sight? A slight of thought, akin to road kill: a dead badger is still a badger that was once alive. Can a spark of juvenile pride (the curl tightly looped to touch the forehead of the whipped pile) be saved…
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Poems by Christine Murray at Indelible (AUD)
Originally posted on Indelible: Christine Murray lives in Dublin with her two children Tadhg and Anna. Her poetry has been widely published, both in print and online, in chapbooks, anthologies, and journals. She founded and edits Poethead; A Poetry Site that is dedicated to platforming work by women poets, their translators, and editors. She is…
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“For Us, Fragile Things” and other poems by Aishling Heffernan
Your Silence. I have kept this brand of violence in my heart, A broken strange sort of shard, That is unrelentingly hard, That is as pale as western sunlight, Covered by western clouds. Painting your house, In strange colours For my eyes to digest – Quiet memories, Of your strangely coloured pain. It was silent,…
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“Stagehand” and other poems by Jade Riordan
Old Ink A glass mountain to sip from the laments lost deep in the earth A ladder to climb home again A heap of gold en years through which the light shone in O see the open window rot hurt ribbon of all that had happened O rejoice still We have lived The above poem…
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