Ronnie McGinn's Poetry Page
|If you have a poem you'd like to see published in The Irish Examiner then send it to:
The Poetry Corner
The Irish Examiner USA
1040 Jackson Avenue, Third Floor
Long Island City
or, preferably, you can email it direct to
If possible keep your poem to 20 lines. You may choose any subject you like, in any form you like as long as it's original. We look forward to hearing from you.
There are all forms of poetry in which the visual element is part of the poem's art, the typographical arrangement of letters and words on the page are as much a part of the poem's essence as the more traditional poetic techniques like prosody, meter, image, etc. Most important of all poetry is a community connector. This is particularly evident in this week's mind tingling poem from Emma Meade. Emma is currently living in Galway where she is completing a Masters in Literature and Publishing. She received a BA in English and History from University College Cork.
She smiled and the room was ablaze
Chinks of crackling radiant fire
Her tongue tasted of white gold
She probed, teased. Her body winked.
Her tales were lifting ramblings
The music soft yet silvery bold
An emotion for every bridge
A caress for each goose bump
The voice sharpened, the teeth flashed
Ashes now drowning the light
Her body a crematorium
She just -
© Emma Meade