My song is more than silhouette: ‘The Lares Series’ at Indelible Literary Journal

My song is more than silhouette: ‘The Lares Series’ at Indelible Literary Journal

The below preamble and poems are excerpted from the Lares Series, composed between April 2020 and November 2020. The entire series can be read (and downloaded) Via Indelible Literary Journal. 'Lares' is dedicated in gratitude to Eavan Boland (1944-2020). The series derives from my current MSS in progress. My most grateful thanks to Roula-Maria Dib [...]

“From Sleeping to Waking” and other poems by Sofia Bury

“From Sleeping to Waking” and other poems by Sofia Bury

From Sleeping to Waking The white ewer stands,like a mountain’s snowy peakin a pink floral basin.Once used for washing, shaving,now, an object of beauty, Paintings hang on the white wallsA bright red abstract, thickly oiled.A gentle portrait of a young woman,brown hair cascading loosely.Stars dance on her arms,full moon. Hanging on the door,a midnight blue [...]

“Moss” and other poems by Niamh Twomey

Homing Salmon Under the gush of shower water your greying skin flails. In your mind you wade back to the brook, the water icy even in summer, your seven siblings balancing on the pebbled belly of the River Fergus, suds in your hair, brothers dunking you under, ice forming in your brain, penetrating your veins, [...]

“Time” by Fidel Hogan Walsh and Julie Corcoran

2020, Memories Blinded in a winter’s dread no prophet foresaw. Spring’s new life erupted into a chaos of fear. Desolation replaced the warmth of a hug. Children banished from our everyday lives! Ahh, the blessings — a swift journey home to the unexpected happiness under one roof. Chatter, laughter — a family enduring dark days [...]

Poems from ‘Alchemy’ by Fiona Perry

Postpartum You are as naked as a shucked oysterso, my breasts are slashed and raining pearlsfor you, my suckling child. The universehas too many doors. A terrifying flowerunfurled overnight to tell me if they tookyou away or carted you off to dielike pink tender veal. I would be preparedto stand on my own mother’s shouldersto [...]