Poetry: The Molar Truth

Pull out the tooth Excalibur from the gum – the wriggle and rattle and Eventual give since – of course! I am the Chosen One, the Arthur  Of my own, aching epoch. I keep this milky relic close to my chest, cradle it Like the dull throb of a newly pierced ear. Run My tongue […]

Poetry: Bloom

There are those who bloom like daffodils. They wait beneath the soil Until eventually, in springtime, they burst out with little toil. They’re bright like evening sunsets, yellow and orange and green,  But in winter, when you need them, they’re never to be seen.   There are those who bloom like roses, crawling out from […]

Filíocht: Fir na hAlban a Sheampú

Fir na hAlban a Sheampú   “Ava, bhí orainn a bheith seampúaithe, Roimh an vírus ní raibh baint ag éinne le gruaig Albanach riamh, Mar sin bhíomar ag mothú amaideach, úrghlanta inár shuí,  Francach leath-bháite ag stánadh ón scáthán,  Uisce ag titim síos orainn, ár gcollair ‘s ár maisc lán,  Eispéireas uafásach náireach a bhí […]

Valentines Poetry #4 – Your Portrait

As part of Valentine’s examination of modern love, Motley has delved into the world of bad dates, personal essays and poetry. Our final poem in our poetry series is ‘Your Portrait’ by Jamie Aspell   Your portrait,  hanging in my eye.  It swings upon a fraying thread yearning for the ground.  I did not put […]

Valentines Poetry #2 – 19

As part of Valentine’s examination on modern love, Motley has delved into the world of bad dates, personal essays and poetry. Our second in a poetry series, an anonymous poet lets us in on the inner workings of their heart.    19   This feeling will be the one we chase for the rest  of […]

Valentines Poetry #1 – Lust Me Again

As part of Valentine’s examination on modern love, Motley has delved into the world of bad dates, personal essays and poetry. Our first in a poetry series, Ilsa Flynn spills her guts in her poetry.    Lust Me Again Tomorrow Baby   Lust me again tomorrow baby,  Before I realise what it means, Before it […]