Signature

Poems from ‘Signature’   thistle roll   thistle roll twig sphere scatters a   thicket clump looks alive, its red-tipped a   blown-feather bag blown to   a bird-corpse let lie its throat opened out   purple the thistle-roll and hue, purple the cry   tear   a field of ewes, their winter wool loose…

Orphans from Poetry Ireland’s Forum

Some years ago poets and emergent writers used a forum on Poetry Ireland for discussion, testing poetry, and commenting on the work of others. The idea was good, although the tech wasn’t so hot. After some discussion with the then Admin it was decided to have a place (not online) where poems could be published…