'Hernysadharc' & 'Enfield, 1978': Two Poems by Annabel Mahoney



HERNYSADHARC


“…makes milch-kine yield blood, and shakes a chain

In a most hideous and dreadful manner.

You have heard of such a spirit, and well you know

The superstitious idle-headed eld

Receiv'd, and did deliver to our age,

This tale of Herne the Hunter for a truth.”

— William Shakespeare, The Merry Wives of Windsor


There’s no way of knowing the low

and the keen of the mice in the dark.

The fantasy high and the night come close

& cloaked in stars.


The drawing drag of the wind in the door

and the clouds that screech and crumble

the man-high moonlight in the rain-thick hedge;


the rope still tied to the post.






ENFIELD, 1978


the pitted postwar bombsite

was filled in at long last

there are so many many terraces

over the elegiac Constable fields


no more country churches,

no more battlements

no more sumps and cellars

no more servants’ stairs


but nothing, not even the pebbledash

will keep out what decides to come in





Annabel Mahoney is the Editor-in-Chief of the Wellington Street Review and the Creative Director of Royal Rose Magazine. She has been widely published in a number of literary journals and anthologies; most recently Burning House Press, Bone & Ink, Ghost City Review, Déraciné Magazine and RECLAIM/RESIST: An Anthology of Women’s Poetry.


Her first collection, Wyf-King, was released with Lapwing Publications in June 2019 and her second, St Crispin in the Trenches is forthcoming with Another New Calligraphy.


You can find Annabel on Twitter: @annabel_mahoney, or on her website: annabelmahoney.com

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