After swimming in Kiln Lake we were so tired,
you and I, we dried ourselves with the nubby red towel
that smells of dog, then slept side by side
in the tall grass, careless of ticks – when we woke
it was this life, we dried each other again
with our fingertips, Venus had risen, and a red star
whose name I don’t know, Antares or Betelgeuse:
as always we waited for a sign, let this life
be a sign: we heard the frogs calling, almost ranting,
and saw no one, the rushes bent to our shape,
a glow-worm, two clumps of breathing earth.
Poetry Ireland Review Issue 117:
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.