All posts tagged: Shirley McClure

A Celebration of Irish Women Poets on Bloomsday 2015

PEARLS AT BLACKFRIARS   For his Winter’s Tale, Master Shakespeare calls for a covered stage with the scent of candle-grease and orange-peel heavy on the air.   There must be torches to give movement to shadows and life to the statue; and for Hermione’s face – tincture of pearl, crushed.   With this bowl of dust we’ll lacquer her age, encase her in memory so only a movement of the mind might release her,   might absolve her husband’s transgression, as the jealous moon flings her light against Blackfriars slates.   Pearls At Blackfriars is © Jessica Traynor Jessica Traynor is from Dublin. Her first collection, Liffey Swim, was published by Dedalus Press in 2014. Poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Poetry Ireland Review, The Raving Beauties Anthology (Bloodaxe), Other Countries: Contemporary Poets Rewiring History, If Ever You Go (2014 Dublin One City One Book), The Irish Times, Peloton (Templar Poetry), New Planet Cabaret (New Island Books), The Pickled Body, Burning Bush II, Southword, The SHOp, Wordlegs, The Moth, Poetry 24, The Stinging Fly, …

A Celebration of Women’s Poetry for International Women’s Day 2015

Role reversal by Nessa O’Mahony   after Eavan Boland   There will come a time, mother, when the transformed spring opens up and the charioteer holds out a hand; he might have my father’s face, might not; his gestures might be gentle or rough as he eases you into a space made ready and shows you the pomegranate. And you will take the seed and eat, willingly perhaps, not caring that every bargain has its cost, or will your hand be stayed by the sun’s ray on your face? I will not have time to catch up, to forestall the nine long days, the nine long nights of wandering. And I’ll have no deal to strike; no backward glance, no waiting for the seasons to turn back to me.   © Nessa O’Mahony from Her Father’s Daughter (Salmon Poetry)   Nessa O’Mahony was born in Dublin and lives in Rathfarnham where she works as a freelance teacher and writer. She won the National Women’s Poetry Competition in 1997 and was shortlisted for the Patrick Kavanagh …

‘Red Hen’ and other poems by Shirley McClure

Maternity   I want to have poems by Caesarean section wearing my Infallible lip gloss   and counting on my designer obstetrician. I will keep my bump discreet,   drink litres of San Pellegrino, strive to avoid striae gravidarum, laser them later if it comes to it.   I want to live a normal life despite the media, and when it’s time,   my lines will glide out raring to open their lungs and wail as true as any natural birth.   Published in Clifden Anthology 35, 2013   Red Hen   We know nothing about hens, yet find ourselves in charge of half a dozen.   The odd girl out – you call her Mrs.One – loses her footing in the mud.   You carry her into the hen-house with piano player hands.   Still there the next day, she has turned her blunt red beak to the wall.   We talk to neighbours about red mites, infections, wonder if she’s egg-bound.   We fill her bowl with cabbage-leaves, stroke her tight wings.   …