Tag: A New Ulster

  • ‘Live Bulbs’ and other poems by Katherine Noone

    ‘Live Bulbs’ and other poems by Katherine Noone

    In May You are everywhere. Arthur Bells’ yellow bloom fragrant and fleeting, whitethorn buds abound. Mint makes it’s way to our door, ready for picking. Swallows sing a sweet song as they soar. On my route I detour, lured by a lilac in bloom. This month, of the mothers. Our Village in the Fifties Vibrant.…

  • ‘Hinnerup’ and other poems by Jess Mc Kinney

    ‘Hinnerup’ and other poems by Jess Mc Kinney

    *dint It Began as most things do moist things do everything everything berry stained mouth beer stickied floor & blood bloom undies you ‘don’t mind’ and sure I could probably get into you I only ever feel the bubbles on impact during I’m somewhere else the sun was a hot coal in the sky seeing…

  • Beneath the tower

    Beneath the tower

    This is an excerpt from Beneath the tower, a written response to the Cambridge Companion To Irish Poets, (2017) a text that largely omits the influence of modernist, experimental and Irish Language women poets. A version of the following text was published in A New Ulster, The Hidden and The Divine : Female Voices In…

  • “Finding Symmetry” and other poems by Jo Burns

    Conchita reads Pablo’s letter to God (while he is painting)   Your committee for time-keeping has ruled diphtheria a highly unpunctilious event. By consensus you can’t seem to remember this being planned into any agendas.   You call me precocious but Pablo, honestly it’s you that Mama has always adored, Papa ignores me, I can’t…

  • ‘I wanted to tell you, but there was no time’ and other poems by Csilla Toldy

    Kitchen   With hot chilli in my eyes I read between the lines, a coded message of noises: A child’s scream sheathed in wind blasts,   gashes through the cracks. The mandalay porcelain clock, riveting, ticks between my shoulder blades. I carry my life like a snail.   The fridge sighs, a boiler roars into…

  • Blank pages and Other Poems by Ellie Rose McKee

      This Feeling   This feeling is a soft, slow touch A gentle trickle, A dying ember and a silent whisper   A glistening, glowing light A haunting melody, A sad smile and a quiet sigh   This feeling is longing Love and waiting wrapped as one The girl by the window Scanning the wide,…

  • Fossil 1 , by C. Murray

    press-to     drop-by-drop   raindrop-and-sinew   the whole woman   not tamp-in     onto the still-living-soil   a new shape   embed-in     the bone and the   living-sinew-of   the still-warm blood   slowly-so     and infinitely blue   the milk-flow from crystallising breast   a stone-dress    .material as…

  • 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…

  • ‘World Put to Rights’ by Kelly Creighton

    World Put to Rights The dream that burst riverbanks held you; blackstrap molasses, antidote for your poison. Your plummets spraying wetness like a coin in a cascade woke no-one, not even us. The church spire grew legs, scaled bricks, ran to your side, spotlighted. I put glass over that glow. Quiet-huff of your refuge, flailing…