Author: Chris Murray

A woman and a poet. Not so easy in Ireland where active marginalisation is the norm and not the exception.
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“Gorse Fire” and other poems by Myra Vennard

by Chris Murray
“Gorse Fire” and other poems by Myra Vennard

Gorse Fire (The people is grass)                              (from the Scriptures) Above the ancient friary ruin —wind blown — downfrom the mountain  — smoke —(no shrouding mist)against a scorching sun. Flames of fireburst and run across the pathafter my tardy footprint. Was it [...]

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“A Romance in Three Shards” and other poems by Darina Wade

by Chris Murray

Reticulum Time, the liar's almanackDanced on our prognosticationsThe solar year eclipsed by a cellFlares from a vernal coronaVisible to the naked I Seen from my camera obscuraMy infinite cellAn anchorite's hazelnutInexplicable and undifferentiatedLike water on the tongue I recast my reticle on smaller thingsHeliotrope, breath of a mouseAn orrery of bonesRecanting the psalmsSeasoned with new [...]

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Contemporary Irish Women Poets

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Contemporary Irish Women Poets

"I wanted to read or hear the narrative of someone else – a woman and a poet – who has gone here and been there."  Eavan Boland (1944-2020) Below are short biographies of contemporary women poets who are living, have lived, or who are currently practicing in Ireland. I began collating an index of contemporary [...]

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“Blackberries” and other poems by Amanda Baker

by Chris Murray

Blackberries The heedless sun lowers its glass lid of shimmering air onto the sweltering yellow green train embankment, enclosing it in a golden dome of syrupy heat. It is time to pick blackberries. They stand there proudly, gleam red and black on their curved stems, and flourish on the last patch of unbuilt land. The [...]

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“Plaza Epicurean Interlude” and other poems by Margaret Kiernan

by Chris Murray

I am conflicted The stream calls your name while squirrels play with baby scots-pine cones as bubbling water flows over upturned stones covered in green, like envy I am jangled by loss Glints of light and shade while a kingfisher dips its wings ravens and crows hatch a plot to disagree over tainted morsels of [...]