Tag: lapwing press

  • ‘moi et la village’ (d’après Marc Chagall) / i and the village (after marc chagall) published recours au poème

    moi et le Village (d’après Marc Chagall) Version française, Elizabeth Brunazzi La rosée découle en jade une lune aux trois quarts L’Amour O l’amour! Ta fleur arrachée embaume De son parfarm ma main, bientôt bientôt me rappelant une certaine musique- Mon destin a toujours été de quitter le lieu où la lune dansait avec la…

  • morning in the garden – siirden / cycles/ empty house

    morning in the garden O heart ! My tree is full of small birds, red flowers. I am below the level of the bee, the wingbeat of the wren. A new robin dapples through his never-ending blue, green. My tree flowers beat red like hearts in warm rings. © Chris Murray 2016, 2020 Published ANU…

  • ‘Live Bulbs’ and other poems by Katherine Noone

    ‘Live Bulbs’ and other poems by Katherine Noone

    In May You are everywhere. Arthur Bells’ yellow bloom fragrant and fleeting, whitethorn buds abound. Mint makes it’s way to our door, ready for picking. Swallows sing a sweet song as they soar. On my route I detour, lured by a lilac in bloom. This month, of the mothers. Our Village in the Fifties Vibrant.…

  • “Trompe L’Oeil” and other poems by Patricia Walsh

    “Trompe L’Oeil” and other poems by Patricia Walsh

    Trompe L’Oeil Tidied away, fast disappeared, what’s lost in the house isn’t lost. In a mid-sentence, blasting myths and fairytales I avoid the radiance of your eye. Hidden phallic symbols litter the test crunchy fallen leaves subdue the table reference books stand-offish, yet useful the clock, used to stares, reigns supreme. What escaped thought becomes…

  • 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…

  • “Fintona” and other poems by Aine MacAodha

    Windowless church   My church has no windows in fact it has no doors either and to be fair no altar it has no ordained minister or priest or gospels. Its in my heart, in the starry sky the moon shining over the land its the planets in our solar system the sun when it…

  • ‘The Last Fire’ and other Poems by Helen Harrison

    CROSSROADS   Nineteen forty-five was like that Free-wheeling to the crossroads; Fifteen miles later; her own birth-place; Travelling was the best part, the wind at her back, A greeting ahead. News from home….   Roaming the familiar lanes, sisters Continuous chatter; away from the Clatter of feeding hungry hens, pigs and Cows. She could roam…

  • ‘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…

  • “Precarious Migratory Spectacular” by Christine Murray

    Originally posted on Poethead by Chris Murray: Stone weighting my palm has sprung a cathedral heart jumps walking in the flesh of its surpassing grace groin-vaulted and high as no bird ever escaped to soar this high-up— seamless and there is no blood no feather no bone— stone cannot make the bird. © C. Murray…

  • ‘Fragments from Noticing’ and ‘Edge/Untitled’ by Gillian Prew

    Fragments from Noticing    i   The wick, uprooted/ left of light – ice-shawl thawing to the leaf-ends dissolves to the rain/ the rain’s bloom.   ii   Wet-edge/wet-air lifts the birds dampening to the rim of cloud quietly.   iii   Not-evening/ a dimming seam behind the treeline/rising a black whir of crows.  …