Category: Poets

  • “Eat Up” and other poems by Fiadha McLysaght

    “Eat Up” and other poems by Fiadha McLysaght

    Eat Up At home I bury my face in the crease of your elbow You cover my mouth as though quenching a flame In return, my fingernails incise the back of your hand as a gift to you coupled with a promise: I would never do that on purpose I cannot understand why you are…

  • “affairs of the unsettled” and other poems by Olly Lenihan

    “affairs of the unsettled” and other poems by Olly Lenihan

    The Robin   You show me your robin bright little bird you are gentle with him   He trusts you, dear, eats from your hand not scared in the slightest   Not as he should be not as I was you were not gentle with me   G.R.C.C. (Galway Rape Crisis Centre)   Through winding…

  • Merry Christmas 2018 Dear Poethead Readers ♥

    Merry Christmas 2018 Dear Poethead Readers ♥

    Poetry publishing will resume in January 2019. I will be reading and responding to your submissions in the intervening period. Thank you for your emails, your queries, your support and responses over this year of 2018. As always, the site remains open and accessible. Please visit An Index Of Women Poets and Contemporary Irish Women…

  • Poems from ‘Available Light’ by Maria McManus

    Poems from ‘Available Light’ by Maria McManus

    from ‘Émigrés’ 3. What is going on in your heart? Prisoners of war live here Throw off your gaudy vestments, spring’s best and brightest fig and let me see you naked and then, more naked still — Put your heart in my hearts cavity. Slip it in. Bring your worry beads if needs be. It’s not…

  • “mia council casa es tu council casa” and other poems by Ali Whitelock

    “mia council casa es tu council casa” and other poems by Ali Whitelock

    i am the sea that january. prestwick beach. the sea heaves. swallows herself down like cough syrup in thick slow gulps. we’d sat on this rock just two days before, both of us with our backs to the world staring out across and into the thickness. i counted a thousand and one seagulls that day…

  • ‘Bathwater Love’ and other poems by Niamh Twomey

    ‘Bathwater Love’ and other poems by Niamh Twomey

    Bathwater Love I wear you wrong; my reasons inside-out and love like perfume for others to admire. At night you draw feathers on my Skin. And your kisses teach me new vowels, but we are in bathwater. Slowly adjusting to the cold, soaked in Inertia, eyes squeezed, knowing– spiraling down   Song of Grendal’s Mother…

  • ‘Reluctant Oration’ and other poems by Fiona King

    ‘Reluctant Oration’ and other poems by Fiona King

    BIRTH The last point of the quadrant remains to be drawn, Out on the fringe of a shadowy dawn. The air is still, devoid of all sound, The raven encircles the battleground. The troops are assembled, their swords held with poise, To face the enemy engulfing his choice. He arrives with his foe, emits a…

  • “Slice” and other poems by Umang Kalra

    “Slice” and other poems by Umang Kalra

    How To Run Away slowly pry away every hand that wields the nails that dig into your skin, crisscross scratches shaped into dry throats and the taste of dust glistening through humid, hot, sickening summer air sinking into your bones   use your fingers, use your words, unravel the knots that hold your feet in…

  • The Gladstone Readings Anthology

    The Gladstone Readings Anthology

      The Gladstone Readings Anthology (Famous Seamus, UK, 2017) is an anthology of contemporary writing, though predominantly poetry, and which was compiled and edited by the poet, editor and translator Peter O’ Neill. This is O’ Neill’s second stab at editing an anthology, the first was published in conjunction with the French poet and editor Walter…

  • ‘I Saw Beckett The Other Day’ and other poems by Órfhlaith Foyle

    ‘I Saw Beckett The Other Day’ and other poems by Órfhlaith Foyle

    Photograph of Her Brother’s Skull   They give you to me, a numbered skull from a high shelf and in my hand you are a strange brute thing – a thing I hardly see -my brother.   The clean smooth bone of you – the whole of you no longer with me. In this room…