Caitríona Ní Chléirchín
Wardrobe of Wounds
(I)
Should I but open my heart
you’d see my wardrobe of wounds
and how I fled
and still flee now
you will see my terror.
(II)
I close my eyes,
but all I see is red red
as blood or poppies
If only I could forget
but they burn red red
(III)
A stabbing blade-sharp pain
cutting through me
for no reason
I can find.
Heart pangs,
wound aches
words, space, thought
wordwounds.
Vardrús Créachtaí
Vardrús Créachtaí
(I)
Má osclaím mo chroí
feicfidh tú vardrús créachtaí
agus an dóigh inár theith mé
is a bhfuil mé ag teitheadh fós
feicfidh tú an sceimhle.
(II)
Nuair a dhúnaim mo shúile,
tá gach a bhfeicim dearg dearg
amhail fuil nó cailleacha dearga
Dá dtiocfadh liom dearmad
ach dónn siad dearg dearg
(III)
Géarghoin, géarlannach
ag gearradh frím
agus níl a fhios agam
cén fáth.
Géarógaí croí,
créachtghoineacha
focail, spás, smaoineamh
focailchréachtaí.
From: Crithloinnir
Publisher: Coiscéim, Dublin
Wardrobe of Wounds
(I)
Should I but open my heart
you’d see my wardrobe of wounds
and how I fled
and still flee now
you will see my terror.
(II)
I close my eyes,
but all I see is red red
as blood or poppies
If only I could forget
but they burn red red
(III)
A stabbing blade-sharp pain
cutting through me
for no reason
I can find.
Heart pangs,
wound aches
words, space, thought
wordwounds.
From: Crithloinnir
Wardrobe of Wounds
(I)
Should I but open my heart
you’d see my wardrobe of wounds
and how I fled
and still flee now
you will see my terror.
(II)
I close my eyes,
but all I see is red red
as blood or poppies
If only I could forget
but they burn red red
(III)
A stabbing blade-sharp pain
cutting through me
for no reason
I can find.
Heart pangs,
wound aches
words, space, thought
wordwounds.
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