Tag: Sinéad McClure
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‘The Writing Desk’ and other poems by Sinéad McClure
Subsidence I’m of the age now That’s how my GP put it as he half muttered something about female hormones leaving my body I imagined them packing their bags happily, looking forward to exploring better terrain, cooler plains. They don’t leave quietly there is a deep boom sounding in me loud enough to raise heckles…