Ingrid Casey

On the Hypnologic

Ingrid Casey

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 Pomegranates, halved on the plate

 and the table looks like a Dutch master's;

 dig the jewels out, peel skin, pop ruby teeth,

 beads, broken necklaces, pearl's blood. Today

 was filled with Lucien's peach and green faces,

 week old love, the tooth in a ruby. Satiated by

 fruit, sweet new things, head nods, somnolence

 makes a Dali wife of you, tigers and pomegranates.

Ingrid Casey

Ingrid Casey is a teacher and writer. Her poetry has been featured in a range of literary journals across Ireland and Britain, including The Moth, The Interpreter's House, The Stony Thursday Book, The Honest Ulsterman, Southword, Poethead and so forth. Her fiction has been shortlisted for Doolin Writers festival, Retreat West, and the Ghost Story Supernatural fiction competition. Poems from Wales' The Lonely Crowd can be heard here:

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