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afric mcglincheyAfric McGlinchey’s début collection, The Lucky Star of Hidden Things, was published by Salmon in 2012 and evokes her upbringing in Africa. Her poems have been published in Southword, Moth, THE SHOp, Poetry Ireland Review, the Irish Times, Stinging Fly, Magma, Acumen, and numerous other journals. A Pushcart nominee (2011), she was a guest reader at the Cork Spring Festival, Bluestacks, Benedict Kiely and Poetry Africa Festivals in 2013. She has been highly commended and shortlisted for several poetry prizes, including the Magma and Bridport.  She won the Hennessy Emerging Poetry Award in 2011 and the Northern Liberties Prize (USA) in 2012. Afric lives in West Cork.


 

 

 

 

 

Earth-gazing

 

I float over to the window

look down at our planet revolving,

a thin blue line

dividing night from day.

 

There are shooting stars below me,

and dancing curtains of auroras;

From here, the sun is simply one more

star shining out of black density.

 

There’s the coast of Africa, and to the west,

Cape Verde, where fishermen, no doubt,

are hurrying to land their catch

before that band of thunderclouds

 

becomes a hurricane, gargantuan,

the sky buzzing with vertical lightning,

winds lifting cars, unraveling streets

and factories, twisting steel like paper.

 

Meanwhile, far away, the Gulf Stream cools,

and trees turn red and shed their leaves.

I rush in towards the planet

as plasma ribbons downwards, encircling

 

the poles, exciting molecules of air

in white Antarctica.

Only scientists and emperor penguins

will brave a temperature of – 80,

dense, frigid air, crystals forming in the sea,

 

slicks thickening to gigatonnes of ice,

the deep, slow-moving currents that push north,

stirring and cooling all the oceans

of the world. Creating our protection.

 

Every storm, every single raindrop,

the daily lift of vapour from the sea,

connected

a monumental orchestra, and we

 

 

the ting of a solitary triangle

in a beautiful blue bowl;

our tiny sound reverberating

against its fragile shell.

 

 

 

 

 

©2013 Afric McGlinchey

 

 

 

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