Cathy Donelan is a writer from the West of Ireland. Her fiction has appeared in ROPES, The Honest Ulsterman, Dodging The Rain, The Nottingham Review, Spontaneity and Blue Smoky Literary And Arts Magazine. Her poetry has appeared in The Galway Review, A New Ulster and The Blue Nib. She has won the December 2015 Poetry Pulse Prize and been highly commended in the 2016 Fool For Poetry International Chapbook Competition.
Electric Indigo Sky
In a dream, electric indigo sky
so vivid had the dogs howling for their lives
and I mesmerised by a hundred scars of lightning
breaking the dull fast cloud
roaring in the wind, through the fields
leaving me to reach up high
and think, this deadly beauty is what poems are made of
just to wake grasping cloud of down-pillow
and a numb leg shooting
pins and needles through my toes.
Abandoned toys lay about like stories,
from the painted paper globe
I find here, my lonely solace.
The itch of polar bear fur
resting under my toes,
it’s beetle black nose hunting low
for those monsters of the night time fear,
vying for a dream to sever
in my son’s little head.
spools around my fingers,
whose only use, to be still
while you stitch.
With stories, of
a banshee and a goat,
how you would
sit with your Nana, while she stitched.
Perched in front of open fires
on stone floors
potato-farl baking on the hearth.
touching your cheek
and mine, staring into
golden flames on my
rug, on my tongue
While small fingers spool,
curling arthritis hands stitch.
Edges of Winter
Frozen toes and finger tips walk through
large trees and marsh, bark left bare with winter’s death,
ancient trunk, deep-lined grooves, marks of time,
still hang tall over Portumna Forest path.
Secret trails snake through the reed,
needing exploring, you make a map counting ABC’s
until the mirror of the lough takes a corner in your eye,
it’s boggy lump island with a lonely tree hanging off the side,
cut apart by the giants
not to be stepped on by men or boys.
You stop at every bench and bark,
rub hands over in blessing,
a quick prayer for the stir of Spring to come quick
and bring sweet colour to their leaf
for you to steal on dewy Summer days.