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Poetry: Martina Evans

Dora, the poet’s cat

“…a poem is a way of happening, a mouth.” (W.H.Auden)

Wuthering Heights 

for Kraige Trueman 

 

It’s never far away from me despite being

no longer young or romantic and when

Dora runs free across the pergola  she

reminds me more of Kate Bush  than a

Norwegian Forest Cat. It was the darkness

that captured me years ago: Lockwood in

his oaken Georgian bed the sliding panels

like a coffin. Cathy calling outside, the

cruelty of her arm sawn across the glass.

Even in my dreams last night when Liadain

came down to the basement  frantic to tell

me that someone was calling and knocking

in the back garden outside my casement

window and even in my stark terror when I

lifted my head from under the covers  in

the lightening room – which I could see

was empty now except for Dora’s shaggy

silhouette –  I couldn’t help asking the

dream-Liadain  even though I knew the real

Liadain  was still asleep in her own room

was it like Wuthering Heights?  

   

Martina Evans grew up in County Cork and trained in Dublin as a radiographer before moving to London in 1988. She is the author of twelve books poetry and prose. She has won several awards including the Premio Ciampi International Prize for Poetry in 2011. Now We Can Talk Openly About Men (Carcanet 2018) was shortlisted for the 2019 Irish Times Poetry Now Award, the Pigott Poetry Prize and the Roehampton Poetry Prize and was an Observer, TLS and Irish Times Book of the Year in 2018. Mountainy Men, a narrative poem, was the recipient of a Grants for the Arts Award in 2015. She is a Royal Literary Fund Advisory Fellow and is an Irish Times poetry critic. Her new collection American Mules is forthcoming with Carcanet in April 2021.

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