ELEANOR HOOKER
Eleanor Hooker is a poet and writer living in Tipperary. Her collection, The Shadow Owner's Companion (The Dedalus Press) was shortlisted for the Strong/Shine Award, for Best First Irish Collection 2012. Her second collection A Tug of Blue (The Dedalus Press) will be published October 2016. In April 2016 she was included as one of Poetry Ireland Review’s ‘Rising Generation’ of Irish poets. She is recipient of the 2016 Tyrone Guthrie Bursary award from Tipperary County Council Arts Office. Her poems have been nominated for a Pushcart Prize and Forward Prize for Best Single Poem, translated into Polish and Romanian and published in a number of journals including: Poetry Ireland Review, Poetry, PN Review, Agenda, The Stinging Fly and POEM. She was awarded 1st Prize in the UK 2016 Bare Fiction, Flash Fiction Prize. Her fiction has been published in Banshee and The Woven Tale Press. She holds an MPhil in Creative Writing (Distinction), Trinity College, Dublin, an MA (Hons) in Cultural History, University of Northumbria, and a BA (Hons 1st), Open University. Trained as a nurse and midwife, Eleanor is currently Programme Curator for the Dromineer Literary Festival, helm and Press Officer for the Lough Derg RNLI.
Guardian Angel
after Guy Denning
Mine is perpetually undressed, though
not ingloriously so. He’s illustrated too,
yet I can tell his new tattoo,
Paradis Est Ici, does not improve his spirits.
When he splays his charcoaled wings,
the wrenching of skin, feather and bone
makes a sound like splintering wood,
I hear him mutter, ‘fuck that hurts’.
He shaved his head when I shaved
mine aged twenty-two, and while
my hair’s grown back, still he calls
me ‘baldylocks’. I’ve been called worse.
With a devoted sense of wickedness
he feeds rosemary to lambs, ‘pre-seasoning’,
he winks, ‘no salvation for the lamb’.
He’s at his most morose in a boat;
it reminds him of biblical times and
fishing trips that brought him little cheer.
He gets cantankerous at my dithering,
Tells me I need a ‘swift kick up the arse’.
‘You must rid yourself of your demons’
he chides. ‘What’, I snap, ‘and lose you?’
*About Guy Denning
©2016 Eleanor Hooker
Author Links
Eleanor Hooker homepage
Eleanor Hooker at the Poetry Foundation
Eleanor Hooker at Poetry International Web
More by Eleanor Hooker in Southword Journal
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