ANNE CASEY
The BBC Reports
for the first
time
in history,
manmade
materials now
outweigh
all life on
Earth.
I am a child of
wind and rain,
stone and bog,
stratified silt slipping
slowly into
relentless seas,
too long gone now
from the elements
that shaped
me—too far
from my childhood
shore—these bones
throb for home,
to distance
themselves from
decades
of these
insatiable cliffs
of glaring glass
and
crushing
concrete—
floors and walls
consuming all
the wildness
that once made
us.
The rain here
speaks
the same language
as my own
although it falls
on altogether
foreign
terrain.
We have lost our
way
of hearing
its words.
First published in 'out of emptied cups
poetry' collection by Anne Casey (Salmon Poetry 2021).
Exiled
For Indran
We flew with the wind,
sank our feet deep
into foreign soil,
drank thirstily
from the poisoned
springs of these mighty
nations, worshipped
at the false altar.
As we look now across
all the tumbled wreckage
from your displaced
shore to mine,
might we wonder
how we have come
to this, to this, to this-
to this slow folding
-in to this abyss
of our own
creation: how we had
failed to mother
Earth, suckled
at the flaccid
paps of Mammon,
feasted on the spoiled
flesh of dying
species, fleeced
by specious
prophesies-
taken down now
not by those great
dreaded nuclear war heads
but by this-
this microscopic
Armageddon; still to be human
is to persist
even at this
infernal pass,
we will stir
the will to lean
into the light.
First published in 'out of
emptied cups poetry' collection by Anne Casey (Salmon Poetry 2021).
A Terrible
Beauty
"In the casual
comedy;
He, too, has been changed
in his turn,
Transformed utterly:
A terrible beauty is
born."
'Easter, 1916' by William
Butler Yeats
Breathing the
same
cubic centimetres
of air-
his navy eyes
holding
mine and
mysteries
I will never
fathom-
two sentient
beings
regarding each
other
through a flimsy
metal screen.
Just weeks ago,
I might have
suffocated him
without a second
glance,
this extraordinary
creature
now keeping me
entirely
entranced.
Master of hidden
microcosms,
unexpected
spellbinder-
before he turns
back to his
communal duties,
spitting and
piling
to conjure this
structure
so uncannily like
a bone
-white copy of a
COVID-19 molecule
and I am
abandoned once more
to my isolation—
and the faint hum
of mud wasps spitting, piling.
First published in 'Poetry and COVID', a project funded by the UK Arts and Humanities Research Council, University of Plymouth, and Nottingham Trent University
ANNE CASEY
ANNE CASEY is an award-winning Sydney-based Irish poet/writer
and author of three critically acclaimed collections published by Salmon Poetry
- the light we cannot see (2021); out of emptied cups (2019) which was selected
for Wardrobe Best Dressed 2020 (SAFTA, USA) and Books of the Year 2019 (The
Lonely Crowd, UK), and where the lost things go (2017), with a fourth book
forthcoming in October 2021. Anne has won poetry prizes in Ireland, the UK, the
USA, Canada, Hong Kong and Australia, most recently the American Writers Review
Competition 2021. A journalist, magazine editor, legal author and media
communications director for 30 years, her work ranks in leading national daily
newspaper, The Irish Times' Most Read, and is widely published and anthologised
internationally - The Irish Poetry Reading Archive (James Joyce Library,
University College Dublin), The Irish Times, The Canberra Times, Beltway Poetry
Quarterly, The Atlanta Review, American Writers Review, Tahoma Literary Review,
Australian Poetry Anthology, Griffith Review, Quiddity, Entropy, The Murmur
House, Westerly Magazine and Cordite Poetry Review among many others. She has
served on numerous editorial advisory boards. Anne holds an honours Law Degree
from University College Dublin and qualifications in Media Communications from
the Technological University Dublin. She is the recipient of an Australian
Government Scholarship for her PhD in Creative Writing at the University of
Technology Sydney.
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