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‘Fugit Amor’ and other poems by Catherine Phil MacCarthy’

The Chamber One ear to chimney-breast, on bended knee, better to hear trapped wing-beats, he prized ajar the black ornate cast hood. Then, slid his arm inside the flue. As though one gloved limb were deeply sunk in hind-quarters of a cow, to guide the head in utero. Though here, no calf in hairy smear or bloody stink was sensed. First, soot sprinkled rolled up sleeve of shirt; his thumb and fingers gripped wiry claws and held. Down, gently, drew his haul into the room. Disheveled. Stained. Feathery mass weighed his hands. He cupped the ample beating heart and walked. The bird was fond of warmth, or slightly stunned. For seconds brooded. Then, lifted wings and hopped onto the window ledge. And flew. A freed white dove. The Chamber is published in The Irish Times. Fugit Amor At the Musee Rodin I looked for us among the lovers. We were never that fierce, a couple twinned in flight white marble bodies all delicate curve back to back lying across air. And yet. How those arms …

‘Cicada’ by Glenda Cimino.

Cicada For David Carson How beautiful the cicadas’ song How holy the insect voices Rise to heaven. How homely and comforting The steady trill of their choir In the dark night. Yet some say each cicada Is the restless, reborn soul Of a dead Poet – A spendthrift who did not respect The gift of his muse But squandered his inspiration. Till the poems died, nameless, While waiting to be born And the silence grew deafening. How with cicada’s wings He now fervently delivers His unuttered poems. He can never again be silent Even if no human understands His heart’s outpouring. How beautiful the cicada’s song How purely the insect voices Rise to heaven.  by Glenda Cimino Haiku wind in the long grass whispers of forgotten lovers under the trees. Both poems are © Glenda Cimino, with thanks, C.

‘My Heart and I’ By EBB (for Aoife)

RIP Aoife O Brien ( June 23rd 1970-May 1st 2010) I. “Enough! we’re tired my heart and I. We sit beside the headstone thus, And wish that the name were carved for us. The moss reprints more tenderly The hard types of the Mason’s knife, As heaven’s sweet life renews earth’s life, with which we are tired, my heart and I. II. You see we’re tired, my heart and I. We dealt with books, we trusted men, And in our own blood drenched the pen, As if such colours could not fly. We walked too straight for fortune’s end, We loved too true to keep a friend; At last we’re tired, my heart and I. III. How tired we feel, my heart and I! We seem of no use in the world; Our fancies hang grey and uncurled About men’s eye’s indifferently; Our voice which thrilled you so, will let You sleep; our tears are only wet: What do we do here, my heart and I ? IV. So tired, so tired, my heart and …

“Faoi Chabáistí is Ríonacha” le Celia de Fréine

I try and obtain poetry books at book festivals, mostly because a lot of shops would tend to shove them to the back of the shelves and bustle the brightly coloured airport novels and chicklit to the front! Last weeks Dublin Book festival was no exception to the rule, good books all over the place .I bought a Celia de Freine book of pomes, which when I returned home, revealed a hidden CD in the back cover . I am excerpting one wee poem from Faoi Chabaistí is Ríonacha today: Anamchairde (1) An Bhean Chaointe Taim ag caoineadh anois chomh fada agus is chumhin liom ce gur dócha go raibh me óg trath- seans fiú amháin gp mbinn ag súgradh. Ni cuimhin liom an t-am sin ná an ghruaim a chinn an ghairm seo dom. Ni cuimhin liom ach oiread éinne den dream atá caointe agam- ní dhearna mé taighde ar a saol ná nior léigh mé cur síos orthu i gcolún na marbh. Ach is maith is eol dom gach uair a sheas mé taobh le huaigh bhealschoilte, …

PEN International Women Writers; new blog at the Portugal PEN Centre.

The new chair of the Portuguese International PEN Women Writer’s Committee , Teresa Salema, has announced a new blog set-up Via Blogger for members of PEN to contribute, follow and join in the conversation. I sent  this morning my congrats. Following this short introductory, I have added in the links to both Terra Incognita and the  PIWWC  main page. Welcome to Kadija George who is new Chair of PIWWC and Thanks to Judith Buckrich. EDIT: PIWWC operates a diversity blog and a Facebook group, called Our Voice, for those of us interested in women’s literary endeavours. Please read VIDA, Women in the Literary Arts to see how invisible women writers are become in an age where equality is worn upon torn sleeves like an old motto- but actually means less than nothing in the market-place that writing has become. PIWWC ‘Terra Incognita’ PEN Portugal Club.