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Anne Donnellan
Lent
As if it wasn’t enough cycling three miles
to eight o’clock mass on cold white mornings
I stayed in the chapel after the final blessing
too early for class in the Colaiste
I filled in time around the shadowy stations of the cross
the unconditional faith of childhood
drawing me with drills and hymns
to the sealed tomb at the fourteenth
I prayed for resurrection
that the sun in the sky
might dance Easter morning.
Ash Wednesday
years on
as light dawdles
around the edge of a cloud
and seeds of promise
struggle to scatter
I yield to Lent
a tomb stone thrown back
that hardly matters at all.
Anne Donnellan’s debut collection Witness was published in 2022 by Revival Press. Anne’s work has appeared in poetry journals including Crannog, Skylight 47 and Cassandra Voices .She was 2023 winner of the Allingham Poetry Competition. She hosts the Poetry Lobby reading events in Galway.
Julia Webb for International Women’s Day
hoover witch mum / mum on the rocks / mum’s coach horses / all the king’s mums /
Sue Burge for International Women’s Day
speaks whale, speaks star
breathes in — tight as a tomb
breathes out — splintered crackle
Gill Connors for International Women’s Day
Rack and stretch her, loosen flesh
from bone. A jointed bird will not squawk.
Helen Ivory for International Women’s Day
A woman somewhere is typing on the internet
my heart wakes me up like clockwork.
Hélène Demetriades
At breakfast my man sticks a purple
magnolia bud in my soft boiled egg.
The flower opens, distilling to lilac.
Stuart Henson
Sometimes I’m surprised there’s light
in dark places, those corridors, those alleys
where you wouldn’t stray if you didn’t need
Richard Stimac
Trends of lead, silver, copper, and zinc
vein the middle of Missouri . . .
David R. Willis
. . . something, cold
wet and bitter, saline
sided by yellow sand . . .
Jim Murdoch
and I said,
“I understand,”
and I did, ishly . . .