“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, [...]

‘Bathwater Love’ and other poems by Niamh Twomey

‘Bathwater Love’ and other poems by Niamh Twomey

Bathwater Love I wear you wrong; my reasons inside-out and love like perfume for others to admire. At night you draw feathers on my Skin. And your kisses teach me new vowels, but we are in bathwater. Slowly adjusting to the cold, soaked in Inertia, eyes squeezed, knowing– spiraling down   Song of Grendal’s Mother [...]