All posts tagged: Orbis

Grafted: Referendum 2018 and other poems by Ann Leahy

Making for Open Today she is learning to walk again. One month after a minor fall, my mother heaves and plants each foot in turn, toes dragging the hardwood floor. Her eyes are fixed ahead as far as they can go beyond her new walking frame, which she grips and shoves, elbows unbent, as if it were some brash sergeant who she must keep at arms-length, and who has ordered this stop-start frog-march down the hall. When the shuffle and thud ends, I come, find her standing, arms elbow-deep in the hot-press. She turns, says, with a little edge, “you’re watching me like a hawk today”, as if I’d thwarted plans to plumb the depths of the town watercourse and to make for the open sea. And this was before, by one month, her death – a week when time seems now to have been advancing and receding at once, a week of fierce, contained ardour for her life, or for whatever parts of that life – just then a pile of laundered night-attire – …

“In A Southern City” and other poems by Margarita Serafimova

Brilliantly dark, beak shining golden in the noon — an ornament of an Egyptian god, the Eleonora falcon in flight is manifesting above the incandescently brown island what it means to be a prince in whom time is.   That Which Is Coming Is Unknown On a dark September dawn, in my head, I was leading a conversation with a man I desired. In a Southern City As soon as I went out the underground, the Sun was there, and took me in its arms. We made love as I was walking. * The sunset goldenly entered from raised clouds. Love was exiting. * At dawn, August languished away. High summer passed in the grasses. * When I die, at the exact moment when soul leaves body, a baby will cry. “In A Southern City” and other poems are © Margarita Serafimova Margarita Serafimova was shortlisted for the Montreal International Poetry Prize 2017, Summer Literary Seminars Poetry Contest 2018 and the University Centre Grimsby International Literary Prize 2018; long-listed for the Erbacce Press Poetry Prize …

“A Gradual Eden” and other poems by Audrey Molloy

A Gradual Eden After the lava had cooled, hardened like a carapace over the fresh-earth graves of our marriages, nothing happened for a while. Sure, you and I still talked all night, once dared to walk arm-in-arm like a real couple to the Vietnamese restaurant with the string-bead curtain and napkins folded into swans. I had to learn the basics: I only knew your every thought, but not, for instance, how you took your coffee, how you swam at five each day, leaving me to wake alone. Nothing grew on the hard-baked basalt of us. Ditches that had defined our highways vanished, once-shady trees now jutted like antlers where the lightning had struck. When the strawberries were gone we ate dandelion and fiddle-head ferns. You were an inventive chef, but I was sick of roots and leaves; I wanted Passiflora (or violets at the very least). Once, longing for old comforts, you peeked back under the edge of the rock-crust for a glimpse of green, but the lawns were mustard and thistle-pocked. Twice I peeked …

‘Live Bulbs’ and other poems by Katherine Noone

In May You are everywhere. Arthur Bells’ yellow bloom fragrant and fleeting, whitethorn buds abound. Mint makes it’s way to our door, ready for picking. Swallows sing a sweet song as they soar. On my route I detour, lured by a lilac in bloom. This month, of the mothers. Our Village in the Fifties Vibrant. Most houses endowed with broods of children. We run around freely unhindered by snatchers and traffic. Play out in the fields rich with daisies and daffodils. Scale over walls to orchards their branches bowed low with ripe rosy apples, maimed by migration it succumbs to stillness and silence. Neighbours reach out. Sheepdogs wait. Footballs deflate. Live Bulbs After red and yellow weather alerts when floods and storms subside. Broken tree twigs around you garden soil stripped aside. Your emerald shoots remain sturdy and serene. With enough resilience, robustness to turn a blue moon green. Live Bulbs and other poems are © Katherine Noone Katherine Noone’s first poetry collection Keeping Watch was published by Lapwing Press (2017). Her poems have appeared in Orbis, …