Sunday, 18 March 2018

That Was the MUSE That Was


in memory of Inga-Maria Hauser

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She is a swallow
on the heart hammering
brink of blue
for weeks her sleep
silvery with dreams
of maps and moons
and magnetic fields
now her bright brown eyes
on the edge of flight
the leap the drop
the rise the rise
the jolt of sky
the swoop the curve
the turn
her maiden voyage
a practice run
wound down at dusk
on a telephone line
her throat full
of sorrel and stars and sun
and miles
and miles of blue
and the miles and miles
of blue to come.


In her bedroom
she is a student of song
guitar chords
before pressing record
not knowing
every time
her mother
presses rewind
the gold crocus
on her child’s tongue
candles the night.

Self Seeding

Left broken
in the place seed fell
they brought
their corn haired girl
back home
thinking of those
she might
have brought
to them
her mother
smoothed the earth
out over
her shoulders.
And yet
still in the forest
her dark eyes
blent with theirs
she waits at dusk
among the sika deer.

© Clare McCotter

Clare McCotter’s poetry has appeared in numerous journals including Abridged, Algebra of Owls, Boyne Berries, Crannóg, Cyphers, Envoi, The Galway Review, The Honest Ulsterman, Iota, Moth Magazine, A New Ulster, Revival, The Poetry Bus, The SHOp, The Stinging Fly and The Stony Thursday Book. Her haiku, tanka and haibun have also been widely published. In 2013 she won The British Tanka Award. Black Horse Running, her first short form collection, was published in 2012. Revenant, her first collection of ‘longer’ poems will be published by Salmon Press in 2019. Home is Kilrea, County Derry.