Tag: C. Murray

  • ‘The Rosemary’ on Poetry File – RTÉ (Podcast)

    ‘The Rosemary’ 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…

  • “Morning in the Garden” in Şiirden 37

    My thanks to Müesser Yeniay who is editor of Şiirden Magazine (of Poetry) and who translated “Morning in the Garden” for issue 37 of the magazine. The poem first appeared in ANU 48 (Editor, Amos Grieg). You can read some of Müesser Yeniay’s work at the following links, Three Poems, Phoenix and other poems, and Kafes…

  • may bell

    may bell   not a rook to maycaw its mockery seats are pulled up to the maybell statuary   starling swipes up at a yellow tree laburnum is poison it sings   yellow fish are stitched into a tree tacked into the leaf and flower   the flowerpod the seed –   maybe all three:…

  • Opening

    Opening A black feather from her black feather tree sways down she has spread her red and blacks out for carrion lovers lace their moons with trawling nets bird-pecked crabbed and sweet apple windfalls roll them into grass bamboo worms a curve into flared ground black feather sways down through dream to this waking place…

  • ‘Crinoline’ and ‘sans’ by C. Murray

    Crinoline The grief synesthete bears her horsehair dress heavy as the rose haw throbs its orange glow,   through forest or stream, each time a visit to the griefscape is necessitated,                                                  …

  • ‘Tree-Wheel’ by C. Murray

    Tree-Wheel In the rain its knuckled bark has the gloss of polish, a bottle-green patina. There isn’t a skull-head for pivot, tension is held in back of its palm it fists into the soil, raising it up. Beach Dragged impasto of seaweed aches against silver waves. I watch the wormholes ferry their glitter of sand in…