Category: Spring 2016 Poetry
Gather In
by Susan Lindsay where the great oak tree has its roots — between them eroded soil affords shelter, the trunk sturdy behind our backs,
John
by Noel Duffy A memory of rain, of our taxi travelling through deserted streets at dawn, the headlights searching out the road ahead of us as we
Ailish
by Noel Duffy I felt the pebble of what once was pass between us, beady and hard and durable, as we always knew it to be but had forgotten —
Close Call
by Ciaran O’Driscoll There was a car speeding towards you on the same side of the road, coming
Crossing
by Pat Boran Because his life depended on it, because there was no other path, because night was coming on and the hounds were closing fast he
Graveyard Scene
by Pat Boran The morning so cold, the earth so utterly iced up, a child asks her mother how the gravediggers will dig out a hole big enough for
Periwinkles
by Adam Wyeth We skirt the edges of the cove, scouring crags at low tide, combing back seaweed hair braided with beads. Up to our ankles in
Angry Birds
by Adam Wyeth I’m lost in this world of crazy kamikazes selflessly flinging their harlequin bodies against timber planks, panes of glass and
The Silence of Moher
by John Walsh Clouds settle close, shy of connecting, no abruptness in the air. A fading mellow before the grey moves in, haunting itself for the
Revisiting the Cliffs of Moher
by Stephanie Conn Back then we travelled around Ireland with only a two–man tent in the boot. We followed the light across hills of sand,