All posts tagged: Eleanor Hooker

“Alethiometer” and other poems by Eleanor Hooker

Alethiometer for John & Fedelma Tierney   I have one marble only, glass-curled greens and blue. It’s kept inside a golden globe with turquoise studs, I swing it from a chain: my dowsing stone, my truth-seer. Once it knocked against an ancient head, cracked it so its walnut core Leaked sepia images of a being lived inside another time, another age, Before the image replaced the real and the real was more than shadow.   Outside the cave I glassed the play of light and shadow, And when my only marble fell from its golden globe onto a blue Tiled ocean floor, I swam after. The ancient head, wise with age, Told me he had too lost his, recalled the studs Inside the coloured orb, their curled blues, their seedy core His own two eyes: Learian days that left him sightless and a seer.   My ancient friend dismissed the lies of a mummer seer Whose falsest claim is that to love someone is to dispossess him of his shadow, To wipe out every trace …

A Celebration of Irish Women Poets on Bloomsday 2014

Eleanor Hooker The Fall   Oh she bared her soul alright; it fell from a star cloud Reigned by Canis Major. They knew it was authentic, It whimpered like an unknown set loose inside a crowd Of urban predators: fierce curs and savage sceptics That roamed in packs. A few select gave shelter in The telling, clad the naked soul in their protection, Made suspect bargains to house her in a harlequin that masked and silenced looked like her, even wore her skin. But being undressed is like an honest thought, it cannot Lie with dogs; it is the thing in itself, nothing more. The truth is beastly but does not wag the tale. No, that Is the subplot tellers invent when they call her whore. And though her flesh is marked by canines, they strain to blame Her first fall; judging original sin her true shame.   The Fall is © Eleanor Hooker . First published in The Shadow Owner’s Companion, February 2012 Eleanor Hooker’s debut collection of poems The Shadow Owner’s Companion, published …

‘Nightmare’ and ‘The Fall’ by Eleanor Hooker

Nightmare   A cobalt night in blue relief and the hunt begins. The green grass black and the talking baby frightens me. Bug eyed horrors hover in our shadows, lingering, carnivorous. Wailing now to let him stay, He stumbles after, the talking baby.    Drop under the yickety yackety picket fence. A treacherous fork in the road. I know well the dangers. Where I go the baby follows. I urge him back to the black green grass, behind the  yickety yackety picket fence. “You’ll be safer there” I promise.    He crawls back under with pleas to follow. We neither saw the pit that he fell in, in velvet silence. A small hand held the edge but slipped away beneath my grip. A cobalt night in blue relief and And the hunt begins.    Nightmare is © Eleanor Hooker   First published in The Stinging Fly and subsequently The Shadow Owner’s Companion The Fall   Oh she bared her soul alright; it fell from a star cloud Reigned by Canis Major. They knew it was authentic, It whimpered …