Poems by Eamon Grennan
Cold Morning
... great stone bird, its wings stretched stifffrom the tip of Letter Hill to the cobbled bay, its gaze ...
Song
... She doesn't miss a beat, keepsin time, in tune, while into ...
One Morning
... rotting by the tideline, and carried all day the scent of this savage ...
Cat Scat
... a joy it is, I feel, and wonder (to the end this little scat) ...
On A Cape May Warbler Who Flew Against My Window
... Who was air's high-spirited daughter ...
Up Against It
... with all they want just in front of them, they must ...
Papyrus
... Nothing compares with such austerities, although ...
Totem
... s left on top of the wooden post: it is that empty space ...
White Water
... with the smell of flesh so close you feel it breathing, spilling secrets&mdash ...
Summer Evening
... and evening starts to seep into hedges and hung washing: it is ...
Endangered Species
... an amniotic drench, a gleaming liver-purple ...
The Cave Painters
... The beasts begin to take shape from hands and feather-tufts ...
Incident
... After dark, while water ruffles, salted, in a big pot, we four ...
Jewel Box
... Lace- work frills and rainbow silk pastels, your panties ...
