Tag: Shirley McClure

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • ‘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…