Tag: Bloodaxe Books
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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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Poems from “Off Duty” by Katie Donovan
Wedding “Hasty,” the judge mocked until he read the letter from the consultant, his jaded face changing to pity. We got the green light then, to marry in a hurry. We turned up in our jeans and limped through the ceremony – upsetting the officiating lady, determined to make this a special occasion.…
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“The Mission” by Rita Ann Higgins
The Mission I think of the last time we met on the prom in Galway. A sunny day in May you looked cool in those shades. You looked taller somehow. We talked for ages. You told me about plans for your mother’s sixtieth. I felt lucky to have such a nephew. Shades or no shades.…
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‘Entering The Mare’ and other poems by Katie Donovan
Entering the Mare (The inauguration of an Irish chieftain, as observed by Gerald of Wales in the 12th century) She stamps and shivers, her white coat vainly shrugging, as the would-be chieftain plunges in, burying deep his puny, acrid man’s seed, between her fragrant haunches. The Goddess lives in her fine rearing head,…
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Two poems by Liliana Ursu.
Poem with a Griffin, a Pike and Peacocks. I am reading a poem while it rains. The day blinks through windows guarded by a griffin; its talons flex, its tail switches. Do you remember those summer showers high in the mountains? The dull pop of a toadstool beneath your bare foot in the dew-covered…
Chris Murray 