Annette J. Dunlea's Blog, page 88

CHRISTMAS LUNCH By Brian Waltham

Don’t talk to me, unless on that graph You are right up there with the truly mad, About our splendid separate armour. Tell me instead how fragile is what, Clumsily and well-meant, was pieced Together to be you and me. … Continue reading →

THE RICH WHITE WHALE By Jack Beeching

The harpoon blonde in fishnet tights Has lit her lamp and cut the pack And dozened out a zodiac. Converge the curtains, dim the light. Her fat, ejaculating whale Hangs there from a golden nail.   Tagged: Jack Beeching, poem, … Continue reading →

HIS By Brian Waltham

As prelude to the rest, He may undo buttons, reach Back for the clip of her bra And kiss her breast. At this conquering session He knows what breasts are for And moves to full possession, Never thinking of them … Continue reading →

DIFFERENT RUSSIANS ON THE COTE D’AZUR By Jack Beeching

The Russian tart glitters in catwalk chic, A spit of vitriol in a silver flask, Hair like a spray-gun or a wind-swept ferment, Swagger her easy-money attribute. Why need the Russian mob fly in their talent? Less vulgar those who … Continue reading →

CAUL By Harry Clifton

I was wrapped in mine On arrival, and it hit me, The orange undersea light Of the day of birth. I was safe, though, Unafraid of drowning In the strange, new element I had dropped into, A man in a … Continue reading →

SNOWFALL By Jack Beeching

Snowfall, extravagant in its caress, puts a white clench on every twig and bud, leopard to linger along sinking branches, frozen white fur to crenellate the mud. Spring rituals of plough and secateur had just begun, the day that Charlotte … Continue reading →

What can I do with an arts or humanities degree?

Title:What can I do with an arts or humanities degree? Author:Grad Ireland Full Text & Source: https://gradireland.com/careers-advic... The Internet, Online, 11/11/2015 Sample Text: Career options for arts and humanities graduates: jobs you can do with a degree in arts and … Continue reading →

The Lepracaun or Fairy Shoemaker by William Allingham

Little Cowboy, what have you heard, Up on the lonely rath’s green mound? Only the plaintive yellow bird Sighing in sultry fields around, Chary, chary, chary, chee-ee! – Only the grasshopper and the bee? – “Tip-tap, rip-rap, Tick-a-tack-too! Scarlet leather, … Continue reading →

She-Who-Walks-Among-the-People by Paula Meehan

‘Tell me a story, Granny. Not the one about the little girl lost in the forest, not the one about the grandmother who turns into a big wolf and eats the little girl up. Child of grace, look into the … Continue reading →

January Drought By Conor O’Callaghan

It needn’t be tinder, this juncture of the year, a cigarette second guessed from car to brush. The woods’ parchment is given to cracking asunder the first puff of wind. Yesterday a big sycamore came across First and Hawthorne and … Continue reading →