Category: Reclamation
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“Lady Jesus” and other poems by Arathy Asok
They ask me questions I will not answer They have come to ask of me, Many answers they sought. They did not look at my breasts, Or between my legs. It was my eyes, And inside my head they probed. They put out their hands And broke open my skull; They looked in to see…
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A Celebration of Poetry for International Women’s Day 2020
Papyrus Fragment It darts, bares a blaze of underwing to plain sight; this endless fragile need to make a mark, to come to light Papyrus Fragment is © Annette Skade ‘Secrets of a cartographer’s wife’ by Katrina Dybzynska The cartographer’s wife never told him about her contributions to his maps. A few tiny islands…
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Honour the women of Irish Theatre
I very rarely add petitions on Poethead, but in the case of The Abbey Theatre’s baffling exclusion of women artists from the 1916-2016 Centenary I am willing to make an exception for a number of days. The issue of authority in the literary arts has always been problematic in Ireland. In poetry, in literature, and…
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There will always be singing; an appreciation of Doris Lessing
Fable When I look back I seem to remember singing. Yet it was always silent in that long warm room. Impenetrable, those walls , we thought, Dark with ancient shields. The light Shone on the head of a girl or young limbs Spread carelessly. And the low voices Rose in the silence and were lost…
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A Celebration of Women’s Poetry for International Women’s Day 2013, poems for Malala Yousafzai
Poem for Malala To Malala Yousafzai. We see it all. All of it. The red-stain, the shame. We do not feel the skull-shatter-impact, the moveable plate – the tube, the tubes. The blood-bags. The bags of blood, the urine. Your eye, the eye-blood that occludes your vision. Red filters down, lowering them to the ground.…
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A New Ulster
A New Ulster Poetry and Literary Ezine What distinguishes A New Ulster as poetry journal is evident also in Bone Orchard Poetry and in other Ezines that are led by artists and writers who respond with alacrity to a need for publishing platforms for new and established writers. When I started this blog five years…
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‘Secret Waters’ by Eva Gore-Booth.
Secret Waters BY EVA GORE-BOOTH Lo, in my soul there lies a hidden lake, High in the mountains, fed by rain and snow, The sudden thundering avalanche divine, And the bright waters’ everlasting flow, Far from the highways’ dusty glare and heat. Dearer it is and holier, for Christ’s sake, Than his own windy lake…
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A letter to the Editor (20/08/2010)
I have little success getting my poor letters published in the Irish Times, so I have decided to publish it here in toto. It comprises a response to a throwaway comment regarding the responsibility of poets during this post Mythical-Celtic Tiger era. Re : ‘From the Poetic to the Prosaic’ 20/08/2010 Madam, This comment from the letter…
Chris Murray 