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Afric McGlincheyAfric McGlinchey’s awards include a Hennessy Emerging Poetry Award, Northern Liberties Poetry Prize (USA), Poets Meet Politics Prize, selection for the 2014 Italo-Irish Literature Exchange and a Faber Academy Fellowship. Her début, The Lucky Star of Hidden Things, was translated into Italian. Afric received a Cork County Council Arts Bursary to work towards her second collection, Ghost of the Fisher Cat, which will be launched at the Cork International Poetry Festival in 2016.

 

 

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Holocene

L'Esprit d'Escalier

 

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Holocene

 

 

Wolf rain,

dragging down the mountain

 

or kinetic,

beating up the alley wall

 

or bad friend,

electrocuting streets

 

or, slipping, like cat-fur

from your shoulders

 

or slant-subversive

against a torso

 

or rain that addresses you

with violence

 

spear-thrown,

from Zulu skies

 

or a glacial rebound,

copper-threaded

 

or thick,

like vertebrae

 

or sliding, like liquorice,

down a throat

 

or composed, like wine,

full-bodied

 

or body-bagged,

ready for a requiem.

 

 

 

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L'Esprit d'Escalier

 

 

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Flossie, let’s put the bomb inside the Trojan horse.

Our lives are just coffee tables, tattered rugs.

We could find the velvet beneath new petals.

Your smile, that cherry lipstick—way, oh!

When I say let’s, between words and words,

flesh might be outraged. But I promise not to go

into the twittersphere, all that gibberish. This is just

to say, Flossie, I love your alabaster skin.

 

ll

Al, a snake rising repeatedly

is only to be mocked

for its dandruff and over-shiny shoes.

The only bitter I’ll consider

is dark chocolate grated over a lemon

drizzle cake, made by the skinniest man

this side of the lush carpet (who has more

than words in his seduction closet).

 

lll

Ah, Flossie, cut me some slack.

Give me the late afternoons, low thumping

inside your ribs. It’s good to stand at the top of the stairs

for a different view. Maybe Instagram, though on the whole,

I prefer to keep away from social media.

I don’t sleep much, hyper-kinetic, perhaps, or this:

the way electric currents animate the rose under your skin.

What else could we blow up?

 

lV

Al, long before you mentioned bombs in horses,

you began the death throes.

Oh, you smile, but in the corners of your eyes, I seek daggers.

You may as well ask me to emigrate

to Mars with a preacher man.

I see you for what you are, your small game.

Which is to say, your fishing line

will never reach so much as a threat of water.

 

 

 

 

©2016 Afric McGlinchey

 

 

Author Links

 

Afric McGlinchey homepage

Afric McGlinchey at Salmon Poetry

More from Afric McGlinchey in Southword Journal

Two Poems by Afric McGlinchey at Poethead

 

 

 

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