Lake Storm
For one throb of the artery, I believed
the goddess held sway and was no friend of ours.
Her cloud veils dropped, she sat enthroned.
Her silver mesh carpet shuddered across the water.
Her lions heaved, thudded, and hissed
against the stones, flashing claws of foam.
No wall would hold them. We hadn’t made
the sacrifices or said the words.
My moon-shadow paced home beside me, kissed me good-night.
Poetry Ireland Review Issue 116:
A WB Yeats Special Issue
This essential Yeats anniversary publication is edited by Vona Groarke and includes responses to Yeats’s legacy and readings of his poems from public figures as diverse as Bill Whelan, Neil Jordan, Colm Tóibín, Frank McGuinness, Mary Costello and John Banville, along with new poems responding to Yeats’s work by Irish and international poets such as Margaret Atwood, Sharon Olds, Philip Schultz, Sinéad Morrissey and Harry Clifton. The issue also includes Yeats’s poetry collections, reviewed by leading poets as if just published. Now also available in hardback.
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