Category: Spinnin’ Threads
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“Sing” and other poems by Jane Clarke
Sing Let choirs make frosty nights sing, let them tell stories of shepherds caring for sheep, a stable, a donkey, a star in the east, while you remember the road to the church in the woods, the battened door, timber trusses, peeling paint and plaster that fell like snow on the christening font and harmonium,…
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“The Infinite Body of Sensation”: Visual poetry by Salma Caller
Sound is a shell Sound is a shell An ear Curves of sound Vibrating and condensing air Echoes in a curved space An ocean in the shell of sound Pearls Things that stand in for other things The Witches Pouches Bags of velvet black Nets entangling objects Bones of birds The insides of shells Spells…
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‘Popping Candy’ and other poems by Sarah O’Connor
Poemín This poem Will be Exquisitely short And Dinkily dedicated To you. Popularity, Personified Smugness was her scarf, Inked pinkly, cerisely, She stroked it smugly. Smugness was her scarf. Idleness was her chignon, Gleaming, burnished, shiny She fondled it idly. Idleness was her chignon. Cuteness was her weapon,…
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Mary Cecil’s Rathlin Island poems
Adagio for Strings My heart that soared and climbed To other realms of fantasy That longs to find the answers To everything To dream those endless dreams To drift in waves of oceans Of oneness complete And really know In pools of beautiful thought Transport my soul Where heaven will be And…
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‘leave this death alone’ by Candi V. Auchterlonie
purple blue thistle ghosts/ghosting mouths they’re pulling purple blue thistle/our heads prickle their grey thumbs. the un-holdable bouquet/clamped with their veil of see through teeth blood is not blood it is a shadow veining the natural light that our eyes fail to adjust to and our glossy mouths fail to lipsynch the weeded purply…
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‘Swallows’ and other poems by Doireann Ní Ghríofa
Swallows The knitting needles drew melodies from silence as stitches seemed to follow one another like swallows alighting upon a wire, watching the tiny dress of softest yellow wool grow like a sunrise waiting for she who waited within. She, who came and left all too soon. Stretched and stitched, I lie empty, raw, alone…
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A Saturday Woman Poet, Kate Dempsey
It’s What You Put Into It For Grace On the last day of term you brought home a present, placed it under the tree, a light, chest-shaped mystery wrapped in potato stamped paper intricate with angels and stars. Christmas morning you watched as we opened it, cautious not to tear the covering.…
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Two Poems by Colette Ní Ghallchóir.
The Spark of Joy / Dealan an Aoibhnis When I lit the sparkler long ago on the hearth, I ran the house with it screaming with delight. They scolded me, but grandfather said, ‘Let her be, let her be, there is no use talking. She will always light any flame she wishes.’ by Colette Ní…
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