Doireann Ní Ghríofa
A funicular, this heart of mine – little more
than a clapboard cabinet on a cord,
drawn by string and whim. Like its sisters,
it see-saws up and down the slopes of Valparaiso.
In this land of cobbled alleys and painted streets,
it grinds a path from ocean to hilltop houses.
Inside, graffiti marks the small, scarred room
where teenagers with penknives once gouged
LOVE. The narrow door opens
and lets more passengers on – children, grandchildren.
The rope that bears such weight grows weak with age,
but every day, it lifts people up the hills and down again.
Page 116, Poetry Ireland Review Issue 114
Issue 114

Poetry Ireland Review Issue 114:

Edited by Vona Groarke

This issue of Poetry Ireland Review includes 45 new poems & reviews of 28 recent books, including poems by Adam White, Gavan Duffy, Sarah Sala, Matthew Sweeney, Eamon Grennan, Annie Elizabeth Wiles, Peter Sirr and Doireann Ní Ghríofa; alongside Philip Coleman’s essay ‘John Berryman at 100’ and reviews of Brendan Kennelly, Rita Kelly, Maul Muldoon, Seán Lysaght and Sinéad Morrisey.