New Voices [01]: Coill Liath / Greywood

Coill Liath

ritheann gabhar as an bhfraoch dóite
i dtreo droichid, thar sruthán salach

is ionadh go rabhamar
in ann teacht thar na sléibhte

thréigeamar an saibhreas
is ritheamar i dtreo an donais

ár ndóchas millte:
an gheis sáraithe againn.



Out of the burned-off heather
runs a goat in dirty weather

over a stream and towards a bridge.
How we crossed that mountain ridge

I still don’t know, safe no more,
bogged down rightly in the mire,

and despairing of the whole to-do:
we’d broken the taboo.

Trans. by David Wheatley

New Voices is a new poetry segment for 2016, featuring emerging writers under the age of 30. We are open for submissions from young poets who have yet to publish a full collection of poetry. Please send up to 5 poems to [email protected], in a .doc file, audio file or video format. All poems should be original and unpublished.