Two Poems


Tim Murphy





Cairo Calling



A sparrow hawk steals

a dead ibis

from a kite’s mouth.


An initiation text

acts as a talisman.

Magic words resound

in an inner world.

Exorcised spirits are kept at bay,

the bandaged life-force is healed.


Outside the city,

there is an obscure sign,

a fog that lights the way.

A Pharaoh’s ghost castles

on the queen’s side.





In Dreamsight



swordfish fight with joy

like windmills crucifying

a dried-out horizon


fallen plum trees

lie like dragons

on bone-dry earth


vast eyelids cast

tent awning shadows

over lakes of liquid stone


a dry waterfall

wages war

on a square sand dune


a fire river

flows through

parched clay


and on a dusty tightrope

an amphibian drowns

in empty space









Tim Murphy is the author of three chapbooks: Art Is the Answer (Yavanika Press, 2019), The Cacti Do Not Move (SurVision Books, 2019) and There Are Twelve Sides to Every Circle (If a Leaf Falls Press, 2021).  His poems have also appeared in Anthropocene, Frontera, Maintenant, Snakeskin, Snapdragon and Sulfur, among others.  Originally from Cork in Ireland, he lives in Madrid. 



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