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Afric McGlinchey

Afric McGlinchey’s début collection, The Lucky Star of Hidden Things, was published by Salmon in May 2012, and evokes her upbringing in Africa. Her work has appeared in The SHOp, Southword, Poetry Ireland Review, Northern Liberties Review (USA), Tears in the Fence (UK), Acumen (UK), Under the Radar and numerous other journals. One of her poems was selected for the Leaving Cert English (Higher Paper) Exam Books 2012/2013/2014. A Pushcart nominee, she was also highly commended in the Magma, Joy of Sex and Dromineer poetry competitions, and shortlisted in the Bridport poetry competition, in 2012. She is a freelance book editor, reviews for the Irish Examiner and Sabotage online journal, and tutors poetry online at www.africmcglinchey.com. Afric won the Hennessy Emerging Poetry Award in 2011.


 

 

 

And we wonder

 

we disappear where the heat is wet

and the light is green,

and peacock bass fly in the air

like a fishbowl caught in the sun;

 

listen to the warrior river,

high whoops and the throaty calls

of cockatoos, macaws,

who cut the air with a whoosh;

 

and tall leaves shimmer,

and a baby monkey, hidden

in a tree crotch, cries

for its mama, who picks it up;

 

and a python idly stalks the frogs,

eyes chimpanzees;

and we slice our melons

with machetes,

 

shoot pips from our mouths,

and we wonder

where the jaguars are;

and the monarchs throng

 

and the white sun

starts its drowse,

and we look up, up,

to the trees.

 

 

©2012 Afric McGlinchey

 

 

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