Moyra Donaldson's voice is a woman's voice--mother, daughter, wife, lover--tinged at times with anticipation, at times with regret. But always, the poet seeks the essence of life in the moment. In the title poem, she captures the wonder of emerging sexuality, as a girl finds her mother's forbidden shoes and feels "Something/you've never felt before./These shoes are live and dangerous. A thoroughly modern poet, she does not avoid traditional forms, and she finds her imagery and metaphors, as those before her have, scattered in the harsh yet beautiful terrain of Ireland, her native land.
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"I am certain this work will be read and treasured by housewives, taxi-drivers and professors... The words come out almost perfectly."--Martin Lynch, Irish News
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Poet, playwright, and short story writer, Moyra Donaldson is the recipient of the `Year of the Artist` award from the Arts Council of Northern Ireland and the Belfast City Council.
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Accessible, disciplined, imaginative, & entertaining,
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This review is from: Snakeskin Stilettos (Paperback)
Snakeskin Stilettos is the debut and introduction to an American readership of Irish poet Moyra Donaldson's abilities to craft verse that is simultaneously accessible, disciplined, imaginative, entertaining, and memorable. Lust: Bearded old satyr,/the wind from the hills/is thick with your scent,/musty yet fresh,/a confusion of seasons.//Comfortable in the house of Pentheus,/with its fitted concepts,/its rational doors, leading always/from one place to the next,/she forgot you--became only human.//Then you rear again at her window,/swirled in your own myth./Lines from an ancient script/calling her out into the hills,/where coiled snakes will lick her face/in the back seat of a parked car.
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