Two poems by Anathema McKenna

‘We Woke’ manages to contain much within its sparse waste-no-word form. There is the sharply distilled beauty in phases 'We turned to folk remedies,/colour theory, blue cloths' and ‘that melted ice goes somewhere,’ as well as the hissing alliteration which really does convey the seething anger of the poet. McKenna pulls no punches but still … Continue reading Two poems by Anathema McKenna