Poem by Iseult Healy (Ireland) Published in The Ofi Press issue 48
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Specks
The stone crashed to the sea shore spilling little men who pebbled the beach and spent their eternity chasing the softer sand to lay their nuclear eggs of indifference there to hatch and limber and sprout new shapes that scrunched the pebble men underfoot and called it play. |
Iseult lives in magnificent Sligo on the west coast of Ireland - the land of Yeats. Her formal training came through the Royal Irish Academy in the dramatic arts. She has furthered her training through several workshops in The Irish Writers Centre and Patrick Kavanagh Centre as well as several workshops with Galway poet Kevin Higgins of Over the Edge.
She has been a contributor for many years to The Synge Summer School, Wicklow. She is published and shortlisted and is also a member of the Ox Mountain Poets and A New Ulster groups.
Twitter: IseultH
Image: "Pebbles" by Markus Reinhardt.
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