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The Herald
There is some violent creature within. I am warning you. I see it creeping in your shadow, I see it in the mottles of your skin. The one who is your hollow who cools the hearth of home and cuts your kin. Be careful with those arrows, that you loose around you aloof to the…
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The Angel Shade Under Black Arches
Under the great wings of those black arches I am the Angel shade. The rolling call of judgement day those ‘holy’ folk sought to muffle with my grace. Still in my soul I recall the white cloth, the wrapping of the knots, around my wrists, those gentle twists of rough linen binding me. I recall…
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The Gatekeeper
I am the dryad child bloody knees and blackberries, I am the dryad child that no one sees. The Gatekeeper keeps his eye by me, yet never looks directly. I wonder; ‘Is he afraid to see the shine of tears lamplit Shadows cast in the hollow chest of the child that cries?’ Is that why…
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The Wolf
An Elder said ‘How dare you mock the wolf?’ As we naive sang her echo to gather up those who went wandering. Long ago three hundred years on this island the price of a she-wolf’s head was six pound of the British crown. The fearful planters intimidated by the true sons and daughter of the…
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The Buck Skull
I keep ritual. I keep peace. You had the buck skull in your old room, where you skulked the winter through and slowly faded from being, turned to sepia and blurry actions. Eventually you left, dragging yourself through. and the skull did not go with you I left it there, to gather dust and be…
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The Ocean
I remember your body and how as I brushed my lips on the abalone shell translucent curvature of your shoulders, ribs and hips; I could taste the ocean. Two days past I walked on a beach of driftwood and plastic looking for worn glass amongst the detritus blue pieces favoured ‘mermaid tears’ a green shard…
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Nettle and Milkthistle
The jovial are the most lonely, the chore of smiling in the supermarket, the wander down the aisles. I’d rather talk to strangers thank you I’ve seen this cashier too many times. I’d rather you not know me. I walk the old trainline that I used to cycle frantically Life is slower this year Death…
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Bats
I suppose that’s what. I was sitting at the edge of the concrete dock, cooing seeking soothing for the dying all around me. Under-dressed and delirious in the strange and sluggish evenings sleepless sweatful fretful bloodletting this listless life we are dreaming through, sirens sifting out the weakest among you snickering spirits lifting through the…
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Goulimine
I lace and relace my mother’s goulimine beads. The ones that come from Morocco, that she bought in the seventies. The ones that my sister and I have argued over since I was in my teens. I watch the birds on the hawthorn tree in full bloom from this new bedroom, from this next place…
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The rose, the skull.
The rose, the skull. I wake face in the mug of a hanging dawn last night’s dream today, I recall from the haze I wake like death and I am decay, I feed the raven, bleach the lace, wilt the rose, crack the skull. I am the woman you cast out for loving the darkness…
Sionnachaí 