SANDGAMES 
Poems by MICHELE VASSAL
   
 
 
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ISBN: 1 903392 04 7
Pages: 52
 
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Winner of the Listowel Writers' Week Poetry Prize 2000. In her first collection, Sandgames, Michele Vassal explores the duality of exile through the fading negatives of memory, exposing them to a light of sexual and religious metaphor. With an artist's sense of contrast and perspective, she chronicles a sensual and cruel reality where displacement and belonging coalesce into an intricate but singular vision. 

About the Author

In the late seventies, Michele Vassal left her hometown of Barcelonnette, in the Alpes de Haute-Provence and moved to Dublin. She is now living and writing in Kenmare, County Kerry, with her family and their five cats. Though French is her first language, she prefers writing in English. Her poems have been published in numerous journals and anthologies in Ireland and in the U.S. She received first prize at the 1999 Listowel Writers' Week for this collection of poetry. 

 


 
 

Some Poems from Sandgames

 

The Artist Paints The 
Immaculate Conception

Drawing with the right side of the brain
teaches us to trace the empty space 

around the object one wants to capture, 

its contours revealed by what is not. 

When I painted The Annunciation in Bewley's

(the background of Harry Clarke stained glass

and the velvet seats' crimson lustre 

made it very pre-Raphaelite)

I remembered little besides his white shoes 

because I had thought them in bad taste,

and his eyes, because they were like yours.

But now that I know how to draw negative space,

the invisible angle of his wrist 

against your shoulder, the fictive space 

between you and him nearly non-existent,

I gouge our existence out of the void: 

And I wonder if it could be, my son,
that this man's absence has defined us.

 
 

On The Long Acre
for John.W. Sexton

the wrecked ark of a bird's ribcage
paper boned

heaves in the wake of the breeze.

Out of the depth of its hull

ants trickle

in a troubled procession

preceding

the magenta covenant

of a dead cinnabar moth.

A finch on a rush

observes

and for a while

God's vengeance

hesitates.

(Copyright Michele Vassal 2000.  All Rights Reserved.)


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