Tag: Shirley McClure
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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…
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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…
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‘Red Hen’ and other poems by Shirley McClure
Maternity I want to have poems by Caesarean section wearing my Infallible lip gloss and counting on my designer obstetrician. I will keep my bump discreet, drink litres of San Pellegrino, strive to avoid striae gravidarum, laser them later if it comes to it. I want to live a normal life…