A New Ulster, issue 121, January 2023, pages 29 – 33 inclusive: On a scale of one to ten; In the cool of this hottest day; Happy the Woman (a response to Horace and Dryden’s Happy the Man)

Mary Evans Picture Library – Poems and Pictures blog: Off the Map, alongside a photograph by William Alfred Green of the Castles of Commedagh, Mournes, early 1900s.

The Phare magazine (Winter, 2021)- Cleopatra on Portstewart Strand 

Places of Poetry – #Seasalter

Places of Poetry anthology (Oneworld, 2020) – Carnlough Bay

Mary Evans Picture Library – Poems and Pictures blog: High Winds, alongside a beach painting by Sir John Lavery, 1911

Mary Evans Picture Library – Poems and Pictures blog: Beach Hut Christmas, alongside a design by Tess Hines, circa 2018

Mary Evans Picture Library – Poems and Pictures blog: Mirror, alongside Picture 11123621, photograph, early 20th century

Mary Evans Picture Library – Poems and Pictures blog: Seventeens, alongside a woodblock print, ink on paper, attributed to Ohara Koson

Mary Evans Picture Library – Poems and Pictures blog: Oyster Seventeens with Jacob Foppens van Es, Still Life with Oysters, oil on panel, mid-17th century


LONDON GRIP online arts magazine

Palm Tree Justice, New Poetry, winter 2019-20

Casca’s Table, New Poetry, autumn 2015 *


WORDS FOR THE WILD online magazine:

Carnlough Bay

Seasalter – March 2019


Ink Sweat & Tears

They lie with the wild
dip their hair and toes in sunshine.

A sliver of time – her inhale,
his blink –
silence vibrates around them.

She holds both the clock’s hands, wrests
Time to a
stop, while he rests in her arms.

The longest minutes of her life:
last contraction and first breath.

New moon watches her nuzzle her
baby’s head,
tells Time to leave them be.

In each lark’s heartbeat, each spider’s
stitch, each
baby’s blink, Time stretches, yawns.


Hedgerow magazine #36

Three cabbage whites, two dragonflies,
One thrush
Distinguishing silences.

Moorchicks sprint along the
Lily pads
Playing at flight with stumpy wings.

A baby toad, my thumbnail size,
His thumb
A perfect pinpoint marvel.

With the unhurried grace of a
Hope holds my elbow, smiles.

I dig and hear, near me, her
Silent breath –
She who first buried spring bulbs.


*Casca’s table, published by London Grip, autumn 2015

Some of the ancient buildings in Pompeii are named after what was found thereby archaeologists. Casca’s House is home to a table bearing Casca’s name though Casca himself was probably never there. He was one of Julius Caesar’s killers and struck the first blow.

Blue pulsing heat. Geckos hide in
in the walls of Casca’s House.

A perfect atrium draws
heat’s cloak
from my shoulders. Conjures breezes.

Pale in the gloaming, a marble table
three lions’ maws, three paws.

There’s his name, the senator –
P Casca Long –
engraved with overt pride

Words etched deep, but not as deep as
Casca’s wary jab
in Caesar’s neck.

Did this marble come in shame from
cut-price, humbled by Casca’s name?

Hot-blood war, chill suicide,
the table
keeps its witness to itself.

I sway: a toga brushed my arm
Outdoor torpor revives me


Poetry NI link to FourxFour, issue 23: autumn, 2017, National Poetry Day UK, 28/09/17)
What can she know about safety? She’s an
empty can
rolling the street.
That week-old bruise. Its slanting
seem to offer distant rescue.
Buds sway in sleet, notes without a
in this diminished interval.
Forget-me-nots shiver in her
fingers. A posy.
Words blow away.

Rosie’s bat bits written for Cambridgeshire Wildlife Trust have been published from time to time in Cambridge Evening News

Amid tall rococo willow
Bats flit a bold fandango.

From the lowest towpath shadows
To climb a veiled moon
Swoops pipistrelle.

Cam’s swaying willow skirts
Cloak-and-swagger zigger-zagger bats.

A corner of the eye thing,
Flip flitter twitch
Ink-jinking overhead.


In 2016 Live Canon, Greenwich commissioned 154 living poets to write their responses to Shakespeare’s 154 Sonnets. Rosie was allocated Sonnet 126. You will find Live Canon’s reading on the Performance page.