Tag: Poetry Ireland Review

  • “Passing through” and other poems by Betty Thompson

    Balloons A stream of them – long and ribboning before they were inflated; breath-filled they turned into globes and cylinders: fat demi-lunes ably shaped by the long-fingered magician who, in his downtime offstage from the Hippodrome, relaxing by the fire, legs stretched across the hearth, would plunge those long hands into his pockets, to pull…

  • Grafted: Referendum 2018 and other poems by Ann Leahy

    Making for Open Today she is learning to walk again. One month after a minor fall, my mother heaves and plants each foot in turn, toes dragging the hardwood floor. Her eyes are fixed ahead as far as they can go beyond her new walking frame, which she grips and shoves, elbows unbent, as if…

  • “A Life Unanswered” and other poems by Susan Kelly

    The Bittersweet Her passion was historical biscuit tins or so he’d tell visitors who marvelled at the growing stacks of embossed lids that glinting with landscapes, landmarks locations she hadn’t seen, he thought it best if the world came to her. He liked her to display these gifts he brought back from places he visited…

  • “Viksdalen” and other poems by Fiona Smith

    “Viksdalen” and other poems by Fiona Smith

    Shell shock   He built his laftehus in the old way, As it should be done, using cured wood, Beam on tremendous beam, an X joint With interlocking notches at the seam.   Sweating over plans, permits, rights of way. Helicopter drops in snow, cajoling The bureaucrats, architects, authorities. His wife, to just let him…

  • ‘The Music of Stones’ and other poems by Colette Colfer

    ‘The Music of Stones’ and other poems by Colette Colfer

    Stepping Stones   Here are my hands, outstretched for your bare feet so that each step of your path through darkness and gravel bits splintered with thorns will meet uncalloused palms of moccasin softness.   This is your extraordinary journey beyond mapped landscape and into unknowns but my knuckles will jigsaw rocks like keys filling…

  • “Water Memory” and other poems by Jackie Gorman

    Water Memory   The bottom untouched by sunlight, heart shrinking down as though the future isn’t real. Nothing to hold on to. Musty smell of the lake, fish and forgotten hooks. Boats on the horizon. Just the water before thought. My hook snagged in the want of this world. A silent urge to be like…