All posts tagged: Swan Press

Poems by Christine Broe

Breakfasting with Dreams Birdsong. Scraps of dreams remembered. I place one foot, then the other, on the floor. Outside in the first light of breaking day dew lies on the discarded squashed remains of suppers bought from greasy chipper vans, and mist will blend with fumes of car exhausts as workers crawl from sleepy dormer towns. But dew and mist are genes of water words like drip and drop and rain and flood and sea so comforted I make some toast and tea humming words like seed and sow and yellow wheat and grind and flour and bake and break and eat. I slipper round the kitchen with these words and on the window sill leave crumbs for birds, carbohydrates to augment the early worms. Then as the sun shines through the marmalade I butter toast with golden spreads of dreams, image fragments I have salvaged from the night so I can go and face the world once more, put one foot, then the other, out the door. Breakfasting with Dreams is © Christine Broe A …

Poems by Mary Guckian

Sandymount Strand   In the furrowed sand puddles fill the hollow spaces. the tide slowly overtakes the strollers, wandering out into the vast expanse of Sandymount Strand.   I recall the time we sat in the car near Sligo — tossing Atlantic waves bamboozling us, the sea circling our space, the car sinking in the sliding sand.   Working at out art, we take risks, move out into wider horizons and flourish, but the surrounding tide is waiting and swallows our masterpieces.   Furry Bees Swarming   Cracked by winter frost the old sealed chimney tempts swarming bees out of the wild flowers to locate in the tight space. Flying in with massive loads of pollen over several months they keep the Queen Bee happy.   As the narrow chimney swells with honeycombs and time comes for the colony to escape, moving down the chimney, they fill the kitchen, paper the walls, carpet the floor, seal the windows and cover the back of the door with a warm brown fur.   The local beekeeper visits …