To sleep away a childhood
thumb in mouth, gaunt eyed;
to learn to look without seeing
because to let the images close in
like flies around a dry mouth
who sense the coming death,
is to push infected fingers
into a clean lesion
or to cry into the haemorrhaging gap
and meet your own voice coming back.
© Deirdre Cartmill
With food prices escalating, the G8 has to deliver on its plan for Africa
Deirdre Cartmill’s debut poetry collection Midnight Solo was published by Lagan Press in 2004 and her second collection The Return of the Buffalo will be published in 2012.