"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)
Bloomsday anthologies
"Yes" by Afric McGlinchey (after Molly Bloom in James Joyce’s Ulysses) …yes and then I touched my finger to his lips to stroke away the cider, and put it to mine and our tongues went plunging – such a lush sweetness – the grass so springy-soft on the cliff and the waves crashing below and [...]
"Canal Walk Home" by Gillian Hamill What is it About the power of the water To heal hurts Three lads sit on the boardwalk They hardly look like delicate sorts. And yet they gaze out Contemplate The rushing rippling mottles of the Undulating lake Can soothe souls. Car lights are reflected in [...]
PEARLS AT BLACKFRIARS For his Winter’s Tale, Master Shakespeare calls for a covered stage with the scent of candle-grease and orange-peel heavy on the air. There must be torches to give movement to shadows and life to the statue; and for Hermione’s face – tincture of pearl, crushed. With this bowl of [...]
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 [...]
Nuala Ní Chonchúir is a writer and poet, who has contributed poems and translations to the blog over sometime. I am linking here to her poetry collections page La Pucelle In the hush of my father’s house, before dusk rustles over the horizon, I take off the dress my mother made -it’s as ruby red as [...]
