Irish Times publishes two poems of Galway poet, Moya Cannon

Galway poet Moya Cannon has two fine poems in Saturday’s Irish Times. (July 14, 2012)

Moya Cannon studied History and Politics at University College Dublin, and at Corpus Christi College, Cambridge.

She has taught in the Gaelscoil in Inchicore, in a school for adolescent travellers in Galway, and at the National University of Ireland in Galway. She served as editor of Poetry Ireland in 1995. Her work has appeared in a number of international anthologies and she has held writer-in-residence posts for Kerry County Council and Trent University Ontario (1994–95).

Cannon became a member of Aosdána, the affiliation of creative artists in Ireland, in 2004.

Her first book, Oar, (Salmon 1990, revised edition Gallery Press 2000) won the 1991 Brendan Behan Memorial Prize. It was followed byThe Parchment Boat in 1997. Carrying the Songs: New and Selected Poems was published by Carcanet Press in 2007.

Two poems by MOYA CANNON (Irish Times)

Shrines

You will find them easily,

there are so many –

near roundabouts, by canal locks,

by quaysides –

haphazard, passionate, weathered,

like something a bird might build,

a demented magpie

who might bring blue silk flowers,

real red roses,

an iron sunflower,

a Christmas wreath,

wind chimes,

photographs in cellophane,

angels, angels, angels

and hearts, hearts, hearts

and we know

that this is the very place

which the police fenced off with tape,

that a church was jammed

with black-clad young people

and that under the flowers and chimes

is a great boulder of shock

with no one able to shoulder it away

to let grief flow and flow and flow,

like dense tresses of water

falling over a high weir.

Eavesdropping

Late at low tide,

at the tip of a green promontory

which brimmed with lark song and plover cry,

I lay down on a slab of damp granite

encrusted with limpets and barnacles;

laid my head down in that rough company

and heard the whispers

of a million barnacles,

the grumbling of a hundred limpets

and behind them, the shushing

of the world’s one

gold-struck, mercury sea.

http://www.irishtimes.com/newspaper/weekend/2012/0714/1224320019229.html

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Posted on July 15, 2012, in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

  1. I am always amazed ho poets create an atmosphere, if that’s the right word, with their poetry. Even when a poem is difficult to understand, the tone or the emotion of the poem is clear and makes the poem worth listening to or reading. Thank you Moya.

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