“Queen Medb Speaks to the Shy Poet” and other poems by Trish Bennett

Connemara Rocks You held me with champagne in a Galway crystal glass. The light fizzed through its facets, and danced a sparkling ring. ‘No dawter of mine’ll be on time, make him wait’  you said. Your brother; our driver, obeyed. We parked at the church, set into the mouth of a bad turn. The blessed […]