Mary Cecil is the mother of large family and Grandmother to eleven. The widow of Rathlin Island’s famous campaigner, diver, author (Harsh winds of Rathlin) Thomas Cecil. Lover of Rathlin Island, Northern Ireland’s only inhabited island. Mary enjoys community development and current events. She has been writing poetry for several years. Enjoys writing a variety of poems, spiritual, war, romantic, protest and nature. Keen to compose more poems based on Rathlin Island’s myths & legends. She worked in owning andmanaging tourist facilities both on and off Rathlin Island. Public Appointment as Lay Member, The Appropriate Authority, Criminal Legal Aid Board.
Christine Murray is a City and Guilds qualified restoration stonecutter living in Dublin, Ireland. Her Chapbook Three Red Things was published by Smithereens Press in June 2013. A collection of poems Cycles was published by Lapwing Press in 2013. A dark taleThe Blind (Poetry) was published by Oneiros Books in 2013. Her second book-length poem. She was published in Spring 2014 (Oneiros Books). Her second chapbook Signature was published in March 2014 by Bone Orchard Press.
Mastectomy by Shirley McClure
You get given certain things in twos –
love-birds, book-ends, matching china tea mugs –
and even though on any given morning
it is all you even think of to hook one fine china
top designer duck-blue tea-mug
from your dry beech draining rack
to boil and pour and stir and watch Darjeeling towers spiral;
there are still the days when there is company for breakfast,
and on these fine mornings let me tell you
it is good to know that there are two
extra special, same but different unchipped breakfast blue mugs
Living in Bray, Co. Wicklow, Shirley McClure won Cork Literary Review’s Manuscript Competition 2009 and Listowel Writers’ Week Originals Poetry Competition 2014. Her collection, Who’s Counting? is available from Bradshaw Books or via http://www.thepoetryvein.com/ She facilitates creative writing courses and workshops.
Geyser by Alice Lyons
You e-mailed your whole desktop, which is typical .the blue of it Scrovegni chapel blue a smile I’ve never seen before it is aware of smiling reveals itself to the camera in the computer. Squared-off angels, no they are JPEGs, hover over a faux Polaroid you switched to sepia mode so I wouldn’t look like a geyser a river of years to reach such tender self-regard for a moment you are unencumbered by the monster critical eye (you meant geezer) scissored hair blunt and sister-like and merciful your entire kitchen liquid in the glossy Frigidaire.
It puts me in mind of Fra Angelico, those tricky frescoes (I seem to translate everything to quattrocento time) Christ in a blindfold, eyes like poached eggs gazing down and inward, the gathered regal robes the marble throne all white and pouring up, yes like a geyser pouring up while Roman soldiers unencumbered by their bodies beat and spit and mock. I have always loved those arrested gestures the mute green rectangle beautiful as your computer in Philadelphia where Safari’s compass points permanently Northeast and the Finder icon smiles twice and benevolently straight on and in profile. from Poetry Ireland Review 100 (ed. Paul Muldoon) Note: Versions of ‘The Boom & After the Boom’, ‘Developers’ and ‘Reverse Emigration’ first appeared in Poetry(Chicago), December 2011.
Alice Lyons was born in Paterson, New Jersey and has lived in the West of Ireland for fifteen years. Her poems have appeared in publications such as Tygodnik Powszcheny (Kraków) and POETRY (Chicago), as public installations in Staircase Poems at The Dock in Carrick-on-Shannon and as poetry films in cinema and gallery screenings worldwide.
She is the recipient of the Patrick Kavanagh Award for Poetry, the Ireland Chair of Poetry Bursary, an Academy of American Poets Award and multiple bursaries in literature and film from An Chomhairle Ealoine/The Arts Council. Her poetry film, The Polish Language, co-directed with Orla Mc Hardy, has screened in competition in over 30 film festivals worldwide and garnered numerous awards including an IFTA nomination. Her new poetry film, Developers, premiered at Oslopoesie, Norway in 2013. She has lectured in English and Fine Art at Boston University, Maine College of Art, the Galway-Mayo Institute of Technology and Queen’s University, Belfast. She holds a Ph.D. from the Seamus Heaney Centre for Poetry, Queen’s University, Belfast. She is currently curator of Poetry Now, Dun Laoghaire.
“News o’ grief had overteaken Dark-eyed Fanny, now vorseaken; There she zot, wi’ breast a-heaven, While vrom zide to zide, wi’ grieven, Vell her head, wi’ tears a-creepen Down her cheaks, in bitter weepen. There wer still the ribbon-bow She tied avore her hour ov woe, An’ there wer still the hans that tied it Hangen white, Or wringen tight, In ceare that drowned all ceare bezide it.
When a man, wi’ heartless slighten, Mid become a maiden’s blighten, He mid cearelessly vorseake her, But must answer to her Meaker; He mid slight, wi’ selfish blindness, All her deeds o’ loven-kindness, God wull waigh ’em wi’ the slighten That mid be her love’s requiten; He do look on each deceiver, He do know What weight o’ woe Do break the heart ov ev’ry griever.”
A thought lay like a flower upon mine heart, And drew around it other thoughts like bees For multitude and thirst of sweetnesses; Whereat rejoicing, I desired the art Of the Greek whistler, who to wharf and mart Could lure those insect swarms from orange-trees That I might hive with me such thoughts and please My soul so, always. foolish counterpart Of a weak man’s vain wishes! While I spoke, The thought I called a flower grew nettle-rough The thoughts, called bees, stung me to festering: Oh, entertain (cried Reason as she woke) Your best and gladdest thoughts but long enough, And they will all prove sad enough to sting!
This from a set of Photocopied pages of EBB, incl.The Sonnets from the Portuguese.