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A Letter to the Friend Living in Borderline Abuse

by Cathy Donelan

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You say we cannot be seen on your wedding day

for the charade, might crack

carefully labelled lies will crumble

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like shards of the mirror he put a fist through

while people sat downstairs,

that night you got on his nerves and I saw the flipside,

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instead of taking your daughter and walking,

told the sparkling social media illusion

what a doting father he is,

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knitting him tight to feigned delusion,

through the ornamental, lace thread-work

you’ll hang with your veil down your back.

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Cathy Donelan is a writer from the West of Ireland, she is currently studying for her degree in Arts with Creative Writing at NUI Galway. Her fiction has appeared in ROPES, Dodging the Rain, The Honest Ulsterman, Spontaneity and The Lamp Graduate Journal. Her Poetry has appeared in The Galway Review and A New Ulster. She has won the December 2015 Poetry Pulse Prize and been highly commended in The Fool For Poetry International Chapbook Competition. She is currently working on her first book.

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Barren

by Kirsty A Niven

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A blank darkness,

a portrait painted over
in smears of black –

covering up what used to be there
in a crude oil spill.

An ink stain spreading,
an endless horror.

Engulfed.
Drained of all light –

all meaning, all life.
A black hole within me.

A desolate place ruled by the night.
haunted by tiny skeletons.

Parasitic and dead –
a winter that won’t end.

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No News

by Kirsty A Niven

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It’s something you are supposed to want.
It’s something that is expected of you.
It’s the future that you assume is yours,
the next step you should take.

It’s the extra bedroom in the house,
laying empty and lifeless,
painted in neutral colours and waiting.
The door stays closed so no one knows.

It’s the news I was hoping to share.
It’s the news I was hoping to hide.
It’s the news I may never get,
the line that may never appear.
It’s the silence I can’t un-hear.

It’s something I’ve always wanted.
It’s something I desperately need.
It’s the future I assumed was mine,
the ache I did not foresee.

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For Rebecca, Remembered

by Kirsty A Niven

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One chance
to wipe the smile off an oil painting,
a Picasso piece designed to disturb.
Yet, she holds every eye –
leaving all else in shadow.

She smiles,
baring fanged teeth that she grinds,
knowing her power over them all.
I could do nothing,
except wait out the storm.

I await her grand exit
across the icy tormenting sea.
Let the chimera sink another’s boat;
let her drown another’s chances
of happiness and love.

Either way, she will always be the muse;
and I simply the air caught in her hurricane.

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Apothecary

by Kirsty A Niven

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A scene laced with chemistry,
covalent eyes bonded together.
Sending off sparks, ill fated stars,
a destiny written in poison.

Untold possibilities whispered in a vision,
a story spoken in distance.
A mistimed Romeo for the ages,
a potent memory forever brewing.

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The Oak Tree

by Kirsty A Niven

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The tree still stands, your very own monument.
A well intended memorial yet incomplete,
the absence of the tree house conspicuous.

Its clawed arms lie upwards and empty,
questioning a deaf and clouded sky
and cloaking itself in leaves to overcompensate.

A magpie nests where we used to clamber,
hoarding its glittering treasures,
attempting to fill the void within itself.

I swear for a moment, I can see you
hanging by the tips of your scraped fingers,
a budding smirk on your earthy face –

but it’s gone just as quick,
the magpie’s beady eye meeting my gaze as if to say,
there’s some things you can’t replace.

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Kirsty A. Niven lives in Dundee, Scotland with her husband and two cats. Her poetry has appeared in The Dawntreader, The Machinery, GFT Presents: One in Four, Sarasvati, A Prince Tribute, LOVE: A Collection of Poetry and Prose on Loving and Being in Love, Poetry Super Highway, Artificial Womb, the Ground Fresh Thursday series, Journeys Dundee and numerous other publications.  

 

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