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Marian Kilcoyne is an Irish writer based on the west coast of Ireland. She has, in the past, been a teacher at senior level, worked professionally in education and management for an Aids Organization, and reviewed fiction and non-fiction for the Sunday Business Post, Ireland. She attended the Seamus Heaney Centre summer school at Queen’s University Belfast in 2013. She has been published or is forthcoming at Prelude (US), The Louisville Review (US), Poetry Salzburg Review (Austria), Crannog (IRL), Ofi Press (Mexico), Frogmore Papers (UK), Cyphers( IRL), Apalachee Review (US), Foliate Oak Literary Magazine (US,) New Contrast (Cape Town), Quiddity (US), Right Hand Pointing (US), Grey Sparrow Journal (US), Off The Coast (US), The Galway Review (IRL), The Liner (US), Into The Void (IRL), Roanoke Literary Journal (US), The Rockhurst Review (US), Banshee Literature (IRL), The Catamaran Literary Reader (US), The Worcester Review (US), The Stonecoast review (US), The Main St Rag, (US), Brushfire Literature & Arts Journal, (US), Poetry in The Park, Athlone. The Poetry collective, Clare Champion, The Fredericksburg Literary and Art Review, (US, Spring & Summer 2018),  The Cape Rock: Poetry (US), The Curlew (UK), The Fredericksburg Literary and Art Review, (US, Fall 2018), Crossways Feb’ 2019,  The Qutub Minar Review ( Intl,’ 2019 ) Southbank Poetry London , The Normal School (US), Beyond Words Literary Magazine (Berlin)  CHILLFILTR – art is truth (US) , The Trouvaille Review (US), Shot Glass Journal (US), Albany Poets (US), and others. She was featured poet on Poet head – Contemporary Irish women poets, January 9th – 16th 2018. She was shortlisted  for the 2017 Dermot Healy International prize for poetry. She was placed on the long list for the 2019 Fish Poetry Prize. She was shortlisted for the Dalkey Creates Writers Prize 2020. She joined the editorial board of Beyond Words International Literary Magazine, Berlin, for Issue 5, July August 2020. She presented her work on national radio, RTE Lyric FM, Poetry File in 2021 Her book, The Heart Uncut was published by Words On The Street publishers, Galway in October  2020.



Poems by Marian Kilcoyne for morphrog23

Honeyed Youth

Sea Ghost



Honeyed Youth


Brigid’s day is to be spent in Paris.

Psychotherapists speak of synchronicity

While Jung turns over in his grave. He has

Well, issues.

Brigid seems to be the patron saint of birthing,

Women, poultry, farmers (a lot of chicken things

going on), maybe sailors too and buildings or fires

It is exhausting.

But accounts differ.

I am drawn to the Centre Culturel Irlandais bibliotheques

To excavate Brigid, learn her trade, her method,

But I run out of time and trade St. Brigid

For, quelle surprise! A chicken dinner and a lusty


Listen, I am flesh, mostly water, and a lot of west of

Ireland bone. As if I would trade this for a saint.

I would not.

Maybe if I were not far from home and could feel her

Womanhood instead of theological wonders. Maybe.

No doubt there will be dispute.

I do not believe in saints. I have gladly, only known sinners.

This night the students are partying hard and sticking a stake

In every pious adult heart.

© Marian Kilcoyne



Sea Ghost   

Ghost visits, petulant and bitter, his head wreathed

In wrack, fronds slithering down, salt crusting his eyes.

He crawled from shore to bog, feeding his grudge, cursing

all living things, from fish to bird. Thrashing nature

in his stride to redemption. She is the biggest obstacle to

his return to the husky intoxication of life.

He circles her, laying offerings of shell, anemones and feather

stars, from which she fashions earrings. He wants to tell her

It is not a good look, but her spit of disdain stops his volley.

Ghost makes his case over again, pathos his gesture, brio lacing

his stride. His sins lie at her feet stitched into a quilt of coralline

algae that moves and shimmies, pushing to get out for an encore.

In her star befeathered vanity, an impostor medusa lurks, but beneath

that again an unforgiving queen. Long ago he had invoked Hypnos who

claims half of every human life, and put a spell on her, leaving a rag doll.

She will not absolve the phantasm but in one indrawn breath subsumes

him into her being, mooring him perpetually, north of her icy soul.

© Marian Kilcoyne