Poetry Jukebox – Request Time – Mark Granier @MarkGranier

 

Vulture Bone Flute

–– 38,000 BC

Fitting to see the oldest airs

salvaged from a raptor –– the air

of its wing –– and there is music

 

in our bodies, drums and strings,

wind instruments fulfilling themselves

so blood and sweat sings

 

to surfaces, half-blinding those eyes

lost in the swing of a scythe,

a notched sword, the haulage

 

of hominid arms through foliage ––

music that runs like sap

back to the root

 

of our species jogging on the spot

wired to an iPhone –– chants, field hollers,

deafening wars, silences –– the body

 

bearing the mind away

with riffs, keys, tones, variations

on what’s in us and what will come

 

to blow through our bones.

Poetry Jukebox  puts poetry into public space. This Jukebox is at the Crescent Arts Centre in Belfast. Vulture Bone Flute, by Mark Granier featured on our very first curation in October 2017.

Poetry Jukebox – Request Time – Grainne Tobin @grainnetobin104

Poetry Jukebox puts poetry into public space. This jukebox is at the Crescent Arts Centre in Belfast. The Ladies’ Toilet of the Imagination is by Grainne Tobin. This is a Belfast poem which was included in ‘What Else….’ a curation marking the 20th anniversary of the Good Friday Agreement.

Poetry Jukebox Request Time – Anita Gracey

Poetry Jukebox puts poetry into public space. This jukebox is at the Crescent Arts Centre Belfast. This poem Hand Me Down by Anita Gracey was part of our Song Of Myself curation of poems at CS Lewis Square. The poems launched the only jukebox in the world which includes features to make it more accessible to disabled people.

Hand-Me-Down by Anita Gracey, read by Peter Gracey

You are a ploughed dark field,

overturned soil swaddles

your heart as treasure,

Clontibret’s tapped seam1

you pinned my paintings up,

each one a Gerard Dillon

your kisses a first-aid box,

arguments sticking plaster

smiles as stretch-marks,

elastic purrs

you had Willow pattern teacups,

on birthdays we raised our pinky’s

your laugh a grandstand,

one-liners own goals

freckles as rosary beads,

always to be counted on

arms comfort blankets,

carries my worries

you said, when asleep you sigh

my snore is Herculean

your voice as I waken,

a brass band of blessings

 

when you died, grief was the sea,

a hurricane I was treading

a boat was your face,

the drogue2 I let go

bequeathed in burnished thoughts,

in time, I’m a sunbeam.

1A huge untapped seam of gold has been discovered near Clontibret in County Monaghan.

The seam, found in 2008, is believed to be the biggest ever located in Ireland.

Poetry Jukebox – Request Time – Glynn Edwards

Poetry Jukebox puts poetry into public space. This jukebox is at the Crescent Arts Centre Belfast. This poem, Night Fishing by Glynn Edwards was featured in our Hungering curation, which we did for EPIC Museum in Dublin.

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Poetry Jukebox Request Time – Eamon McGuinness

Poetry Jukebox puts poetry into public space. This Jukebox is at the Crescent Arts Centre in Belfast. Next up – this beautiful poem Before You Spoke A Word, by Eamon McGuinness.

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