"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) 🚫 #VAWG
Spectre When I saw you, the earth went silent and the chattering birds sawed off their beaks. The breeze hushed and gulped into itself. If there was a cicada, it choked on a stone. The trees donned black tie and straightened up while the mouse, mole, and hedgehog died in their sleep. The fox [...]
MAGNIFICAT by Geraldine Plunkett Dillon (1891 – 1986) 1 (Untitled) While you are in Kilkenny town, I see your grace in every tree; Your hair is as the branches brown, The birches have your bravery. Your strength in mountain oaks I find, Eagles in this have built their nest; With supple sally twigs you bind [...]
All the Worlds Between is a collaborative poetry project bringing together poets from India, Ireland and in between. Their writing partnerships resulted in four strands—poems as conversations, poems at angles to one another, poems which speak out of turn to other poems in the group and, not surprisingly, stories of friendship. The poets looked at [...]
Sequence after Celan 1 Spring: trees flying up to their birds where the sun is the seeds are freed their small sound a wound like death watercoloured and open each foliated lung with its breathing understory the climb of springtime into the loud light sky filled with dove-coloured words 2 the climbed evening is thick [...]
Silk Velvet Purse Doll Tiny invisible stitches hold rivets that hold rivulets Of silk ending in the darkness Where dreaming continues The sleeping and dreaming of her invisible body Silk Velvet Purse Doll A mille-feuille A body of a thousand layers A thousand gauze tissues A thousand substances Concealing a darkened chamber Entombing A heavy [...]
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