Tag: The Blue Nib
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‘After Rembrandt’s Women’ by Iseult Healy
Delicious She was no Eve this apple of a woman whose red dress surrounded the flowing flesh of twin hillocks, hung over the ridge of her cheeks to flow down to stocking tops Hot and juicy, easy-peel woman They ate at their pleasure wiped her juice from their jaws munched to the skeletal core…
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“Stagehand” and other poems by Jade Riordan
Old Ink A glass mountain to sip from the laments lost deep in the earth A ladder to climb home again A heap of gold en years through which the light shone in O see the open window rot hurt ribbon of all that had happened O rejoice still We have lived The above poem…
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“Sundowner” and other poems by Clare McCotter
The House The regularly-occurring representation of the human form as a whole is that of the house ~ Sigmund Freud This is my house my place my home first one I ever owned leave now you dirty scum she screams at auxiliaries gripping wrists and raging elbows washing face and neck and shoulders. This is…
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‘The Scarecrow Christ’ and other poems by Shirley Bell
The Scarecrow Christ The fields are flat and brown, it’s hard to think they’ll ever stand high with corn, flare with rape again this summer. For now the scarecrows lurch at crazy angles. They trail old coats and rags. Polythene bags flap around the suggestions of their shoulders. And yet the wind lifts their shoddy…
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‘The Road Taken’ and other poems by Kate Ennals
Cuckoo Before she was mine she drank red wine and spirits With class, in Egypt and Paris An educated forties woman From Wales, aquiline nose, my brother’s eyes Stylish in scarves, tight belt, full skirts, Intelligent. Conversation, politics. A woman of intellect. Studious, serious She pursued kingdoms of change But with each revolution comes…
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‘Still Life With Hedgehog’ and other poems by Gaynor Kane
Still life with hedgehog The items have been arranged; carefully positioned, to vary height with texture and tone. Lit from the left. But what the artist hadn’t bargained for was that the sleeping urchin would unfurl; spine straightening, light-tipped quills oblique. To nimbly negotiate the spray of red roses, and feast on wedge of…
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‘Our Sleeping Women’ and other poems by Attracta Fahy
Our Sleeping Women I think of my grandmothers, their faces etched in mine, their strength sleeps in my bones. We meet in fields of crows, their voices speak through the wind. Old graves sloped down from our farm. As a child, I played house, tea sets on tombs, innocent, listening to spirits. Daughters…
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‘Poet Mother’ and other poems by Felicia McCarthy
Reading the Omens A chorus of voices called, No! when I reached for the latch Don’t let her out, she’ll die. A monarch hatched from the rafters. Her orange and black wings a mirror to the hot coals that waked her. A trail of twisted cobweb sported flies as if it…
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