Tag: Christine Murray

  • the subtle flavouring of fish // C. Murray

    teserrae of names dull mustard fiery gold flames organics of mushroom tea   gaudy/ Gaudi/ lace/ paste St Audrey/ rust/ blood/ lace yes, tawdry lace              -I can use that   round and round the mulberry bush oranges/ bees/ fish/ old chain letter/ old poems stuck together/ spermed-together/ cum-came/ come…

  • A Celebration of Women’s Poetry for International Women’s Day 2015

    Role reversal by Nessa O’Mahony   after Eavan Boland   There will come a time, mother, when the transformed spring opens up and the charioteer holds out a hand; he might have my father’s face, might not; his gestures might be gentle or rough as he eases you into a space made ready and shows…

  • ‘Eamon Ceannt Park’ by C. Murray

    Eamon Ceannt Park; a cycle I. Ingress. Her boot leathers are wet, grass-greened. Things have gone aground at the grove, only the fairy-ring stands in her circle of spectral gowns— her parasols all caught up in a breeze of light. Wood clattery heels sound against the stones at the gate, against a cluster of coppered…