Art by Sarah Quigley

Examining a Conscience in the Dark / Bog Bodies          
by Niamh Campbell        

‘I haven’t been to many places’, I could jet away,
no-one knows me lone in the lug
of this planet, this old gateau,
this taut knob rocking on its poles
in dark and spotted space.

She shifts awake; sheds bed linen and dress.
‘I haven’t been to many places’ – could I make
a quick escape? The rain
sprays nascent on a window grin,
each pane around me now
will know my face. I’ve flouted and approached, am desiccant;
they are digging my dead dreams from bogs:
see their twisted faces and their scalps
torn off! Each of these
are parched and putrid dreams!