Tag: Audio

  • “The Rosemary” Recorded for Poetry File RTÉ Lyric FM

    She said that Aisling let her cut the sprigs. It is 3.15 p.m, it is Thursday, I am examining two rosemary sprigs their blue-green, their silver underlight. She is stripping the small base leaves from a third, tapping its heel, putting it in a glass of crystal-clear-water for planting out with the roses in October.…

  • ‘Sylvia Plath You are Dead’ and other poems by Elaine Feeney

    ‘Sylvia Plath You are Dead’ and other poems by Elaine Feeney

    Charles Bukowski is my Dad He stands with me in the best-dressed-lady-line, holding open my pearl lace umbrella to the ravaging Galway rain. He calls me up on blue Mondays and gives me whiskey on bold Fridays. He fills up my father-space He fills up my mind-space He fills up my hot-water bottle His advice…