by Elontra Hall | Jul 26, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Ulster Museum (26th July 2025) 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...
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...
by Elontra Hall | Jul 22, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
It’s Forbidden to Call it War It’s forbidden to call it war. We’re here to liberate you; ignore the glide bombs as they roar. Missiles across the sky still soar as tanks advance in a long queue, it’s forbidden to call it war. We’re not here to...
