Underlining
pain
the livid blue horizon of the bay
Ken Jones
Cleaning these white bowls
after a meal of raw horse meat
parsley.
Seán O’Connor
sirens and syringes…
sweet sounds of hell
and heaven’s helpers
Jim Norton
Unsteadied by saké
in my pocket
the corner of my passport
Ken Jones
Riverside heron
a glance upstream and down
– away it flies
Seán O’Connor
Light from the sea:
the rooting sow’s ears
gleam white.
Jim Norton
Where two streams meet
my wife casts a spell
her grey hair
Ken Jones
Lost – moonlight
on roof slates
frost.
Seán O’Connor
winter chill
sweeping the tea room
vows renewed
zuiho
Storm force gales squalling
in two directions
letters with the same intent.
Maeve O’Sullivan
