Stephanie Conn

Two Poems by Stephanie Conn

Stephanie Conn

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Going Dutch

Strange now to think of single cells
splitting, in that airy room
at the top of the stairs.

How later, words dripped away
in a single day and we laboured
to pronounce place names on a map of home.

We split the photos, the phantom booties,
one blue, one pink -
and never spoke of things again.

Halley’s Comet

He said he would only see it once
then traced an ellipse in the sand,
but we, being young, might chance

to see it twice in our lifetime.
The night he looked up,
the cloud was thick, the climb

concealed. The comet nears the sun,
warms, begins to sublimate,
the volatile compounds transform.

Gas radiates around the nucleus,
dust particles scatter ice
and solar light goes nebulous.

I dream her into the sky –
a brilliant apparition,
and see close-up the ink-dyed

surface, the varied topography
of mountains and craters,
commit her ridges to memory.

Space pulls her ions out into a tail
as she moves to her perihelion
beyond the moon; the chaotic trail

of a retrograde orbit almost done.
The sum of her travels mapped, predictions
made, for late July, twenty sixty-one.

Stephanie Conn

A former teacher and graduate of the MA programme at the Seamus Heaney Centre, Stephanie won the Yeovil Poetry Prize, Funeral Service NI prize, the inaugural Seamus Heaney Award for New Writing. Her first collection, ‘The Woman on the Other Side’ is published by Doire Press and was shortlisted for the Shine/Strong Award for best first collection. Her pamphlet ‘Copeland’s Daughter’ won the Poetry Business Pamphlet Competition and is published by Smith/Doorstep. Her next collection is due out in 2018. Find out more at