ONLY poems listed here or in the current printed anthology are eligible for the 2018-2019 competition.
If I when my wife is sleeping
and the baby and Kathleen
I would my soul were like the bird
That dares the vastness undeterred.
Look, where the bluebird on the bough ...
Then came the darker sooner,
came the later lower.
We were no longer a sweeter-here...
Five daughters, in the slant light on the porch,
are bickering. The eldest has come home
with new truths she can hardly wait to teach....
Every morning since the time changed
I have woken to the dawn chorus
And even before it sounded, I dreamed of it...
It hangs on its
stem like a plum
at the edge of a...
O the days gone by! O the days gone by!
The apples in the orchard, and the pathway through the rye;
The chirrup of the robin, and the whistle of the quail ...
For months my daughter carried
a dead monarch in a quart mason jar.
To and from school in her backpack,...
They work fingers to bone & borrow
smudged paper, then make promises
to family, unmerciful gods, the unborn....
All year the flax-dam festered in the heart
Of the townland; green and heavy headed
Flax had rotted there, weighted down by huge sods....
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