Tag: Kirsty A. Niven

Publication: Laldy!

My poem ‘The Slow Death of Agamemnon’ has been included in the first issue of Laldy!

It can be purchased here – https://clochoderickpress.co.uk/shop.html#!/products/laldy-issue-1.html


Publication: Landfall Anthology

My poem ‘Evenstar’ has been published in Landfall: Anthology of New Writing from the Federation of Writers (Scotland) 2017. 

It can be purchased here – https://federationofwritersscotland.wordpress.com/members-publications/new-voices-press/

The Oak Tree

The tree still stands, your very own monument.
A well intended memorial yet incomplete,
the absence of the tree house conspicuous.

Its clawed arms lie upwards and empty,
questioning a deaf and clouded sky
and cloaking itself in leaves to overcompensate.

A magpie nests where we used to clamber,
hoarding its glittering treasures,
attempting to fill the void within itself.

I swear for a moment, I can see you
hanging by the tips of your scraped fingers,
a budding smirk on your earthy face –

but it’s gone just as quick,
the magpie’s beady eye meeting my gaze as if to say,
there’s some things you can’t replace.

Previously appeared on The Blue Nib, 2017.

On Her Sorry Tale

What does the moon truly symbolise?
It was the first piece of yours I read.
Its words hooked into my mind,
tiny mountaineers, leaving a trail of fear.
This lunar reflection of mine;
her effervescent eyes trapped
in your carefully constructed lines.

Her sonata a striking omen –
a reminder of my temporary status.
Its cautious lines threatened to slice,
to dice my exposed arteries.
Back then I read shapes from leaves,
begging for the moon to spare my life –
to allow me to emerge from her shadow.

Too fragile, I was a hatching egg,
unaware that soon I would break free
of my constricting cocoon,
seemingly made of granite.
Cracks began to appear
and that’s how I survived to remain here.

Previously appeared in Sarasvati (42), 2016.

Little Death

Little crescent moon –

Half formed, blanketed in black.
The phantom’s mask –

Your shrouded body
curls and unfurls like an old tapestry,

Contradicting your newness.
The shadow of you

Lurks in your dark stage,
a theatre so everyday

Yet so magical.
Enthralling, universal.

Trapped in a starless sky,
unaware of your impending freedom;

The murder scene you’ll leave behind
in your operatic debut.

The inkjet of blood that will not stop.

Previously appeared on Mothers Always Write.

Publication – The Seasons

Three of my poems have been included in ‘The Seasons: A Collection of Poetry and Prose on Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter’.

You can purchase the collection on Amazon.

For more info on this collection, see Collections of Poetry & Prose.

The poems included of mine are ‘Falling Leaf’, ‘Flowers Aren’t Always Restful To Look At’ and ‘Snowflake’.