Tag: Elaine Feeney

  • A Celebration of Irish Women Poets on Bloomsday 2015

    PEARLS AT BLACKFRIARS   For his Winter’s Tale, Master Shakespeare calls for a covered stage with the scent of candle-grease and orange-peel heavy on the air.   There must be torches to give movement to shadows and life to the statue; and for Hermione’s face – tincture of pearl, crushed.   With this bowl of…

  • ‘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…