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JANE CLARKE

 

 

Jane ClarkeOriginally from a farm in Roscommon, Jane Clarke now lives in Co. Wicklow. She holds a BA in English and Philosophy from Trinity College, Dublin and an MPhil in Writing from the University of South Wales. She has a background in psychoanalytic psychotherapy and combines writing with her work as a management consultant in not-for-profit organisations. She received the Listowel Writer’s Week Poetry Collection Prize in 2014 and has won a number of other prizes including Trocaire/Poetry Ireland Competition (2014), Poems for Patience (2013), iYeats (2010), Listowel Writers Week (2007). Her first collection, The River, will be published by Bloodaxe Books in 2015. Her poems have been published and anthologised in The Irish Times, The Irish Independent, The Stinging Fly, Cyphers, The Shop, and Tokens for the Foundlings Anthology, ed. Tony Curtis (Seren Books, 2012), among many others.

 

 

 

 

 

       Sorrel Hill

 

The last Sunday before Christmas;

clouds hid the hills,

 

snow melted as it touched the ground.

Bent into the climb, we walked

 

in twos and threes, taking turns

to carry her, light as she was.

 

We told stories, funny things

she said and did, memories led us

 

uphill. Like a cello,

she was tuned to sadness,

 

happiness came and went,

a chaffinch to her garden gate,

 

but sorrow stayed

like days of Wicklow rain.

 

Three hazel saplings

to mark the place we would leave her

 

among bilberries, bell heather

and ling. A raven played

 

above us, soaring up

diving down, kronk, kronk.

 

There were some words

and a song. Thrown to the sky,

 

she was lifted by the wind,

blown back to us,

 

into our hair, our hands,

our eyes.

 

                           

 

©2014 Jane Clarke

 

 

Author Links

 

Jane Clarke home page

'The Price' and other poems by Jane Clarke at Poethead

The River: Jane Clarke's debut collection at Bloodaxe Books

Three poems by Jane Clarke at And Other Poems

 

 

 

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