By Cian Pierce
Starting with this issue I would like to introduce a sub-section for Arts and Literature called ‘Poet’s Corner’. I’ll be using this section to share my favourite poems mainly by Irish authors, but I might also share book recommendations, information on upcoming events in UCC and throughout Cork etc. Arts and Lit should be for the community by the community so if there’s any poem, book or event you’d like to see receive a shoutout please feel free to send in submissions to my email firstname.lastname@example.org
To emphasize my focus on the Irish artistic community, the first poet I want to highlight is Sadhbh Goodwin, I will be focusing more on them in a later issue. He is a UCC Quercus creative and performing arts scholar.
Dawn Treader Days
The pigtailed kid in the pictures. I miss who I once was but
I think I must be better now.
The kid I was
Was kinda cruel/kinda cute
The kid kept quiet when told they were bright, the kid
I was thought they were better
Than the rest. The kid I was, was cruel – kinda.
The kid I was regrets the things they said and knows
They know better. They wish that some things
Had been better explained:
Like birthday parties, truth-or-dare
like growing up. Like growing up, the kid I was wishes
that some parts were optional. Their bound ribs warp
to fit the form of the poem.
I run ribbon ridges between my teeth, the kid thinks:
Maybe it is not like this
The kid thinks they are bright enough for the poem.
The kid is haunted by the things that they said.
Maybe it is not like this for
the kid still doesn’t have an answer and can’t move on.
The gold bracelet tightens hot around their freckled forearm
And no matter how hard they tear they can’t
Seem to break through spreading scales.
This body is good, but not theirs, twisted reptilian
In a shattered mirror.
“This poem was written in response to one of my favourite books as a kid, The Voyage of the Dawn Treader by C.S. Lewis, or rather in response to my childhood interpretation of it. As a young trans kid I was always more interested in the concept of being freed from a body that doesn’t fit than with the extremely obvious religious metaphor in the book.”