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Poems from ‘Her Father’s Daughter’ by Nessa O’Mahony
Waiting Room The rules for survival: don’t catch an eye on the first day, look away if their blank grief grazes over you. If still here the next, permit a faint smile, a nod to a fellow traveller. But keep your space, don’t approach unless invited and only then with care. Avoid […]
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There will always be singing; an appreciation of Doris Lessing
Fable When I look back I seem to remember singing. Yet it was always silent in that long warm room. Impenetrable, those walls , we thought, Dark with ancient shields. The light Shone on the head of a girl or young limbs Spread carelessly. And the low voices Rose in the silence and were lost […]
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“The Corner House” and other poems by Victoria Kennefick
(I don’t know how to spell) Meningioma I float down icy corridors. My face slips, blurs on skirting boards. Plastic tiles suck my shoes. In the GA Ward, the flickering mouth of television hisses at blankness. An igloo of brains, snow blocks on pillows; my eyes cast out to look for you. […]
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‘The Irish in Britain’ by Sarah Clancy
The Irish in Britain Had I lived I would be fifteen now scrawling your name on my copy-book as some listless teacher droned, we made our own spells our own rules you and I painted circle ‘A’s on canvas bags with Tippex, and later in my bedroom I would make you sniff it so […]
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A Celebration of Irish Women Poets on Bloomsday 2014
Eleanor Hooker The Fall Oh she bared her soul alright; it fell from a star cloud Reigned by Canis Major. They knew it was authentic, It whimpered like an unknown set loose inside a crowd Of urban predators: fierce curs and savage sceptics That roamed in packs. A few select gave shelter in The […]
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‘Haft Seen’ and other poetry by Shakila Azizzada
Once Upon A Time in memory of Leila Sarahat Roshani Granny used to say always keep your magic sack tucked inside your ribcage. Don’t say the sun’s worn out, don’t say it’s gone astray. Say, I’m coming back. May the White Demon protect and watch over you. Oh, daughter of the dawn, […]
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Opening
Opening A black feather from her black feather tree sways down she has spread her red and blacks out for carrion lovers lace their moons with trawling nets bird-pecked crabbed and sweet apple windfalls roll them into grass bamboo worms a curve into flared ground black feather sways down through dream to this waking place […]
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Impress by Candi V. Auchterlonie
Impress by C.V Auchterlonie. Published Punk Hostage Press 2012 nest 1. I see us as if we’re not us at all as if we’ve let our body suits already slipped off and skinny dipped under some glass blown lake one in /one out we walk the same /we drown the same.’ nest […]
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On ‘Two Songs of War and a Lyric’
This year I wrote a cycle of poems relating to war and to women. I titled part of it Two Songs of War and a Lyric for the SouthWord Journal, although it is intimately related to an earlier sequence of art poems, and to the 75th anniversary of Guernica which was marked in 2012. The […]
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