scene 1: the goldberg variations
a kiosk at the end of a dark train in an abandoned travelyard:
the magician in his moth coat appears in a vaudeville flourish.
your piano plays the rescued Goldberg,
– their black edges.
it is the gothic quarter
their coffins are white with crosses on (red)
aside an archivum (shades of gray):
Scene 2 : the goldberg variations
wending its tones above a skatepark of bullet-glass
(the melody plays, yes).
I see that:
softening the blow here and here
he is always the hanged man (stasis)
Scene 3: sphinx
nobly in-dreaming he (of heads ?)
lover (‘not’ properly addressed)
he dreams gold or red heads (emanant)
sphinx cat lies on my egyptian cottons,
& my lover’s red
Invoking St Ciarán of Saigher
Put Out the Light
Lilacs from the Field of Mars
Bringing armfuls of lilacs from the Field of Mars
Your love, Lord reaches to heaven
I am on the roof this breezy day,
Above me are the chimneys –
I am a billowing blown crow
Sister brought me up the back stairs.
the nuns say, presaging a storm,
I am as high as the monkey puzzle,
Down below is the road I will walk
the nuns take me to the parlour
that I miss them, when all the while:
dry spider plants on the windowsills
up to Portrush and posts them there
I talk to my baby up here.
in either the making or getting of God
I mind my Granny saying
Who’ll help me when the time comes?
on the slate. The red bricks of the walls burn
First published in Poetry Ireland Review in 2007.
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|Elaine Feeney is considered a leading part of political contemporary Irish writers. She was educated in University College Galway, University College Cork and University of Limerick. Feeney has published three collections of poetry Indiscipline (2007), Where’s Katie? (2010, Salmon) and The Radio was Gospel (2013, Salmon) Her work has been published widely in literary magazines and anthologies. She is currently working on a novel.
“Elaine Feeney is the freshest, most engaging and certainly the most provocative female poet to come out of Ireland in the last decade. Her poem ” Mass”, is both gloriously funny, bitter-sweet in the astuteness of its observations and a brilliant, sly window into the Irish female Catholic experience. Her use of irony is delicious. Her comments on the human condition, which run throughout her lines, are in the tradition of Dean Swift and she rightfully takes her place alongside Eavan Boland and Nuala Ni Dhomhnaill as a very, very important Irish voice.” Fionnuala Flanagan, California 2013 (Praise for The Radio was Gospel, 2013, Salmon)
“A choice collection of poetry, one not to be overlooked, 5 Stars” Midwest Book Review, USA, (Praise for Where’s Katie? 2010, Salmon Poetry).
Elaine Feeney saying Mass
Tír na nÓg
|Sarah O’Connor is originally from Tipperary. She studied in UCC and Boston College, and she now lives in Dublin. She previously worked in publishing and now works in politics. She is 34. She is working on her first novel and on a collection of poetry. She has been published by Wordlegs and The Weary Blues.
Sarah O’Connor blogs at The Ghost Station & tweets at @theghoststation.
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