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Poets of the Month (& see sample poem below, by Jean Atkin)

Featured Poets, October 2021 straight to poems
 

Ann Milton, who will hear?
Elizabeth Rapp, Ice Garden
Kaye Lee, Hand in Hand
Melinda Lovell, Woodlanders
Alison Brackenbury, No
Carolyn O’Connell, Diamonds
Elizabeth Birchall, Oxford United: Luminox, March, 2007
Jean Atkin, The Children of Lir
Maggie Norton, Mrs Tennyson is Interviewed in the Morning Room at Farringford
Myra Litton, the entitled ex wife and pals
Ruth Sharman, Fragments
Susan Davies, 23 Fitzroy Road, Primrose Hill
Vivien Foulkes-James, Next Stop Milford
 

 

Sample poem (selected at random)

The Children of Lir

His hands were folded. He seemed
to be waiting. I saw him lower
his eyes to earth
 
as I landed, a brother at each wing tip.
Behind us the sea lough tolled with the bell.
When it had stopped, he spoke.
 
I remember the coarseness of his robe,
his mudstained feet. His voice was narrow
as reeds. Rain fell.
 
We heard him out.
I searched my brothers’ eyes: and then
we spread our wings. I felt the loosening
 
of flight feathers, saw them fall;
I watched smooth plumage snow
from thinning bones.
 
I folded, for the first time, shriven fingers
and with my stranger’s hand I touched – and found
skin slack on flesh and desert dry.
 
My hair curved round me
long and faint and grey.
White down fanned to ground.
 
Shameless, my favourite brother stood
and stared into the sky. I saw him lank
and naked.
 
His eyes filled. I took his hand.
 
The monk prayed. Rain fell.
 

Jean Atkin

Poem published: Poetry Ireland Review 106 (2012)

 

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