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Confessional by Helen Bowie

forgive me motherland for I have sinned

it has been 3 generations since my last confession

the wilding and the electricity sits deep within my chicanery

sacrifices at the alter of the diaspora and there

but the gradient of goddess to godlessness go I

guigh orainn na peacaigh

is this what you imagined when you stepped out of that bushel

and into oncoming treason, so taken aback by the signalmen and soothsayers

Mol an Óige agus tiocfaidh sí

no longer seeking comfort in hard dick and hard liquor

no longer living in fear of the ailments of the elders

not returning to the scene of the crime

but a homecoming

reigniting my fire

Níl aon tintéan mar thintéan fhéin


  • guigh orainn na peacaigh – pray for us sinners (from the Hail Mary)

  • Mol an Óige agus tiocfaidh sí - praise the youth and they will come (an Irish proverb)

  • Níl aon tintéan mar thintéan fhéin - 'there's no hearth like your own hearth' (an Irish proverb)

Helen Bowie is a writer, performer and charity worker based in London. Her work has featured in Queerlings, Beir Bua Journal and Dust Poetry among others. Helen has one cat, and several bafflingly strong opinions about highly trivial matters. You can find her on twitter as @helensulis

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