Tag: SouthWord
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‘Prime’ and other poems by Peggie Gallagher
Parlour A bolthole, a room half elsewhere adrift in distant grandeur, where breath condenses between damask drapes and the wing of a mahogany table. Where an ear might catch the scratch of a pen, a girl trawling the depths of an inkwell pouring words, slippery as a river of fish spilling loose of their…
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A brief note on the Béal Festival 2012
Last evening, 09/11/2012 , a poem called A Lament, written by me, was staged at the 2012 Béal Festival of New Music and Poetry. I am adding the Béal Festival website here. There will be shots and a recording available soon. My thanks to Elizabeth Hilliard and David Bremner for their support in staging the poem and…
Chris Murray 