Poems by Moira Macdonald ©
Moira’s poem GRAVE came 2nd in the W. B. Yeats Poetry Prize for Australia 2020. Congratulations Moira!
Moira has self-published a book of her poetry called TILT. To see more, read the reviews and maybe buy a copy visit https://amzn.to/3tOVKG3
Describing her book of poetry, Moira says it’s about – “Love, life, death, a possible hereafter … A selection of poems on these universal themes – with some levity thrown in for good measure.”
GRAVE
Painting – ‘Medea with her children’ – Museo del Prado
My Grave I’ll grace with Poppies and the Moon,
With stems of inflorescent Aconite,
Adorned, like Berenice’s courtly tomb,
Wherein she slumbers, ever sacrificed.
The Moon I’ll usher in to guard the gate,
Geminian dispassion e’er alert,
No heaving Helios shall violate
This dark, sepulchral grotto, nor subvert.
The Poppies strewn, a tapestry in red,
For bloody deeds that cannot be undone,
For Daughter’s eyes ne’er opened, only bled,
For wars profane and frightful, riven Sons.
O, Aconite! My thrice-beheaded friend!
Medea’s bane of wolf will serve me well,
The hooded monk my Soul will spirit hence,
To sleep, perturbed, eternally in Hell.
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