Woundsinger

GC Waldrep

It is the littlest details
that make beauty
bearable. A clock’s
perfect hands
tied behind
your lover’s back.
A storm in the distance
like a bruise
rising to the surface
of someone else’s
tragedy. In the super-
market I dreamt
I stood on three legs.
Then a woman
came, and changed me.
Now I walk
in the dark. All I can
do is keep walking.
Notice the vintage
metalwork,
the way the nails
pierce each signature
individually. I woke
into a bronze
wavelength, a black-
smith’s grainy muscle.
A bit of light
in Soutine’s childhood
hanging like meat.
My lover
lies far away,
on a bed of jasper.
She is perfect
the way pain is perfect.
Speak ark, speak ash.
Invite a thief
into this great house.

Page 18, Poetry Ireland Review Issue 117
Issue 117

Poetry Ireland Review Issue 117:

Edited by Vona Groarke

Issue 117 includes new poems from over twenty five poets from Ireland, the UK, the US and elsewhere, along with three new poems by Michael Longley, one of the UK’s foremost contemporary poets. The issue features reviews of more than twenty new poetry collections, including books by Seamus Heaney, Paul Muldoon, Claudia Rankine, Louise Gluck, Eavan Boland, Dennis O’Driscoll and Dermot Healy. Interviews include a feature on photographer, Seamus Murphy, about collaborating with musician and poet PJ Harvey and poet Eliza Griswold on separate publications, as well as an interview with Welsh poet Gwyneth Lewis by Colette Bryce. Colour plates include photography by Seamus Murphy and artwork by Niamh Flanagan.