by Elontra Hall | Jul 27, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
My Precious Holding your cooling hand, bedside, they said I had better take your wedding ring or it might get “disappeared” its fading ghost now a mere shadow on my finger. So it hangs with mine – twin markers round my neck – chained together to...
by Elontra Hall | Jul 26, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Ulster Museum After ‘The Supper at Emmaus’ by Caravaggio On the road to Belfast today, I failed to recognise my father. I saw a flamingo by the Tamnnamore turn off, but paid little regard as it took off, legs stretched out behind like a hyphen;...
by Elontra Hall | Jul 25, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
The Piano The last thing cleared from my Late parents’ house Was the piano. At half a tonne in weight It was like the anchor – This thing that kept us all Together; Without it, the tide came And carried us away. Mark...
by Elontra Hall | Jul 24, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
A Map of Old Battles They lie deep in a forest, wounds unseen, unhealed. Further back, an escarpment with dark scars. Visiting, perhaps you expected something tactile, something to hold, markers of exact terrain, key sites on paper or cowhide. Who...
by Elontra Hall | Jul 23, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
The Only Time I See My Father Swim There’s a hiss as he eases himself in to the green pool, steam in his smoky hair. Fish flicker around his feet, his legs lift, quiver like flames in the mountain river. Water spills over the plank dam to trickle across the rocks...
