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About Me
- Moyra
- Poet, creative writing facilitator, editor. Experienced mentor for those working towards a first collection. My publishers are Lagan Press, Belfast and Liberties Press, Dublin, who published my Selected Poems in 2012, The Goose Tree in June 2014. Blood Horses was published in 2018 from Caesura Press www.caesurapress.co.uk and a new collection, Carnivorous was published from Doire Press Spring 2019 www.doirepress.com Awarded an Arts Council of NI Major Artist Award in 2019
Wednesday, 25 May 2011
Sunday, 15 May 2011
New City Poetry Cafe
I'm reading in Lurgan on Tuesday night at the New City Poetry Cafe run by poet Adrian Fox. Looking forward to it.
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NAWE Article
Here is a link to my article for NAWE in association with LitNet NI
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Wednesday, 4 May 2011
A new poem
Well - I haven't written anything in ages, only little bits and pieces that have gone nowhere. It has happened to me each time a new book comes out - I become incapable of saying anything and think I'm never going to be able to write a poem again! So delighted to get this new one down on paper. It has been floating around in my head for a while. First draft - any comments welcome
Red
A cockerel’s comb
winter berries
oriental poppies
the robin’s breast.
The first speck of life
in the yellow yolk.
Little live blood rubies
for crimson,
their death in it;
mordant alum to fix.
Vermillion from the mingled
blood of dragon and elephant:
sulphur and mercury.
Red Alligator, Grand
National winner, ‘68.
Red rosettes.
Copper Khan.
Years of sky warnings
and delights,
Turner’s fading sun rises
and sun sets.
The hand of Ulster,
the hand of history.
Red rag to a bull.
Caught red handed.
Marked, wrong.
A stop sign.
The letting of blood,
blood pressure
it’s thicker than water
but not thick enough
to carry the weight of us.
Blood soaked. Flowing.
Lips stained with wine,
desire,
the memory of rhythms,
the first rivulet
running down a pale leg
fertility
the stains that life makes.
Blood thickens, slows,
dries up. Rust. Clot.
I’m bringing little touches
of red into the house,
in compensation, a vase,
a cushion or two, red frames
for black dancing herons
and a black horse.
Red
A cockerel’s comb
winter berries
oriental poppies
the robin’s breast.
The first speck of life
in the yellow yolk.
Little live blood rubies
for crimson,
their death in it;
mordant alum to fix.
Vermillion from the mingled
blood of dragon and elephant:
sulphur and mercury.
Red Alligator, Grand
National winner, ‘68.
Red rosettes.
Copper Khan.
Years of sky warnings
and delights,
Turner’s fading sun rises
and sun sets.
The hand of Ulster,
the hand of history.
Red rag to a bull.
Caught red handed.
Marked, wrong.
A stop sign.
The letting of blood,
blood pressure
it’s thicker than water
but not thick enough
to carry the weight of us.
Blood soaked. Flowing.
Lips stained with wine,
desire,
the memory of rhythms,
the first rivulet
running down a pale leg
fertility
the stains that life makes.
Blood thickens, slows,
dries up. Rust. Clot.
I’m bringing little touches
of red into the house,
in compensation, a vase,
a cushion or two, red frames
for black dancing herons
and a black horse.
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