s
s

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

MLC

GO TO MLC HOMEPAGE


FOOL FOR POETRY
INTERNATIONAL CHAPBOOK
COMPETITION 2017


 

submit
Submit to Southword

 

 

ONLINE BOOKSTORE FEATURED TITLES

 

New Irish Voices
Poetry chapbooks by
Roisin Kelly & Paul McMahon

 

 

Liberty Walks Naked
by Maram al-Masri, trans. Theo Dorgan

 

 

Done Dating DJs
Done Dating DJs
by Jennifer Minniti-Shippey
Winner, 2008 Fool for Poetry Competition

 

 

Richesses

Richesses: Francophone Songwriter Poets
Edited and translated by Aidan Hayes

 

 

 

 

Munster Literature Centre

Create your badge

 

 

 

 

 

Arts Council

 

 

Cork City Council

 

 

Foras na Gaeilge

 

 

Cork County Council

   

 

 

EMER LYONS

 

 

 

Emer Lyons is an Irish writer living in Dunedin. She has had poetry published in journals such as Turbine, London Grip, Anomaly and The Stony Thursday, and upcoming in The Spinoff. She has appeared on shortlists for the 2017 Fish Poetry Competition, 2017 takahé essay competition, the 2016 Bridport Poetry Prize, the 2016 takahé short story competition and was one of the Fortune Theatre’s emerging playwrights in 2016.

 

 

 

 

I can see blue sky by Inchigeelagh

 

 

 

My father’s mother’s brother left carnival junk in marsh land,

After his lids were drawn down over long milky eyes –

There’ll be no more tractor rides.

 

Great grandmothers and friends are lost to the same fate,

She did away with herself –

I gasp down the tsunami of pain,

It leaks out destruction, it stains.

 

Long past the fact of the matter

I venerate at her threshold where she ate quail alone at Christmas –

What would I have done with divine omniscience?

 

Now acres are written off, permanently out to pasture,

Like the bachelors and spinsters living together,

Building aeroplanes in garages

And preserving jam for winter.

 

I roam their lands looking for ring forts and fulacht fiadhs,

Avoiding the eyes of cattle with their penchant for stalking,

The trees growing wide not tall like it seems,

Engravings proclaiming love and friendship remain intact,

No mind for the decay of reality.

 

I scratch her name into the widest trunk I find,

In a land drowning in archaeology,

But all the land in the world couldn’t bring her back from

That desperate place –

I can see blue sky by Inchigeelagh as her face fades away.

 

 

 

©2017 Emer Lyons

 

 

Author Links

 

'Things go dark at night' in Turbine

'Lit up phone boxes' in The Irish Literary Review

Follow Emer on Twitter

 

 

 

CONTENTS BACK TO TOP NEXT POEM

 

 

   
 
©2009 Southword Editions
and
Munster Literature Centre
   

Southword 6 Southword No 7 Southword No 8 Southword No 9 Southword No 10 Southword 11 southword 12 Southword No 14 Southword No 15