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A Celebration of Irish women poets on Bloomsday 2020

‘Words Like Stars’ by Roisin Ní Neachtain How they flow unformed Then fix themselves like the stars Shivering and held up Worshipped And I And they Staggering and squawking Sweating and squabbling Night and day Wobbling words Singing Dust Dust Dust Corrosive mantles Wrought to a stain Stain us Stain the water to the earth Hold these shapes in stasis Their lungs sooty and quivering How they wake songs in the trenches And beg for absolution © Roisin Ní Neachtain   Roisin Ní Neachtain is an emerging Irish poet and artist with Asperger’s. Her work is held in international private collections and she runs a blog featuring monthly interviews with women artists. She is currently working on her first collection of poetry. ‘Cegenated’ by Anora Mansour Here is the dusk baby plucked for the reading of luck the tumbledown tarot rhymes menthol and black stubbed grime. Here is the child indigo whose mumbled tale is Esperanto paid for with a slap and a diva’s shriek. And she a frozen caste freak watches the blind elephant …

“Distancing” and other poems by Jessamine O’Connor

  Meet me for coffee Not a cup of tea, a pint or just ‘meet me’ because I want to wait awkward at a counter beside you with the steam spluttering, the espresso machine knocking and our overdressed elbows almost touching. I want to sit opposite you at a small table that can never be small enough, absorbing the heat of your hidden knees and then eyes when I catch you watching me lick the froth off my lips. I want us to be both fiddling with our round white cups, thumbing the holes that make the handles, intense with conversation while idling our fingers around and around those curves. I want to be alone with you in a clamorous place where no one will notice what’s not being said, that’s why I say safely, meet me for coffee, instead of suggesting something else. Winner of the Poetry Ireland Butlers Café competition 2017 Limbo You visit my room, punctually as if it’s an appointment and I’m never quite ready after waiting for days. Time isn’t …

‘Ludus’ and other poems by Roula-Maria Dib

Ludus or “A Thousand Poems” You’ve written a thousand poems for me, my friend –in your sapio-sudsy head… in a world as real as this one, where the ebb and flow of its soapy tides, brush off and on that murky shore— where all that can’t but is, all that shouldn’t but will, and all what’s hidden is naked under that ruthless, roofless hut: your eyes. A thousand thought-fruits you’ve yielded and ignored the tree in vain— rejecting, pushing, plucking, peeling, carving, craving, …and ultimately, feasting upon the forbidden. While gnomes gnaw the inner walls of your cerebral cave, engraving them with cuneiform fantasies, a thousand lyrics you pen, and sing to that tune of what I recognize to be my own voice.     Lavenders With the night hushing irises away, lavenders call at the break of dawn, waving purple corollas at the vigilant apertures. From a provincial path, and beyond the hinterland of memory, the healing embrace of a once-stranger dwelling in my heart thaws the ice-patched knees of my soul. Defrosted, touched …

“Síle Na Gig” and other poems by Libby Hart

  Agatha Most paintings portray you as a placid woman bearing a salver, as if you were offering cupcakes, rather than the two breasts that were sheared from your body. If there is anguish, it’s half-hearted. If there is blood, it’s a thimbleful. Such feeble depictions of brutal revenge. Some say you were then rolled over broken pottery and scorching coals. Another version sent you to the stake. But does the method really matter? It’s enough to learn you were tortured for saying, “No”. They held you down for him and raped you for him. They tied your wrists for him and cut off your breasts for him. They stoked the tinder for him and burned you for him. All the while he kept his gaze on the small fire that you made. Note | Previously published in Cordite Poetry Review (ed. Curnow, N.), Issue 91, May 2019 (cordite.org.au).   Ursa Major Ursus arctos horribilis Bear-woman, this is where the whirlwind stops. Right here, among dark incantation. Look around you, use those grizzly eyes, for …

Poems by Christine Murray at Indelible (AUD)

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Christine Murray lives in Dublin with her two children Tadhg and Anna. Her poetry has been widely published, both in print and online, in chapbooks, anthologies, and journals. She founded and edits Poethead; A Poetry Site that is dedicated to platforming work by women poets, their translators, and editors. She is an active member of Fired! Irish Women Poets and the Canon which seeks to celebrate and draw awareness to the rich cultural heritage of Irish women poets through awareness-raising and reading. She currently curates the Fired! archive at RASCAL (Research And Special Collections Available Locally- Queen’s University, Belfast).Christine Murray’s latest poetry collection “Gold Friend” is forthcoming in Autumn 2020 with Turas Press, Dublin. Poethead Website:?http://www.poethead.wordpress.comTwitter:??http://www.twitter.com/celizmurrayRASCAL:?http://www.rascal.ac.uk/institutions/fired-irish-women-poets-and-canon