at half eleven in the Mutton Lane in, I am fire, slaughter, dead starlings by Doireann Ní Ghríofa

Why do we find those who light fires within us? The people we know will burn us to the ground? The lure of chemistry and lust is a hard one to turn from and yet when we manage it, there is a quiet triumph to be felt.This battle of desire and restraint is explored in a subtle yet engaging way in this week's poem. at half eleven in the Mutton Lane in, I am fire, slaughter, dead starlin gs by Doireann Ní Ghríofa is, as the title suggests, a piece of verse that brims with witchcraft, omens and chaos. The poet calls on Irish history and it's creatures to take us the listener on a journey through forgotten depths of history. It is a true pleasure to read and, hopefully, by the end of the episode you'll agree.The show notes for today's episode, with full references can be found here: https://wordsthatburnpodcast.com/Substack Show Notes (Never Miss a new episode!): https://wordsthatburn.substack.com/p/at-half-eleven-in-the-mutton-lane?r=th4eb&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web&utm_source=The two soundbites heard in this week's episode are from:The Secret Lives of Writers: https://podtail.com/en/podcast/the-secret-life-of-writers-by-tablo/doireann-ni-ghriofa-on-a-ghost-in-the-throat-and-t/Between The Covers: https://tinhouse.com/podcast/doireann-ni-ghriofa-a-ghost-in-the-throat-to-star-the-dark/You can get in touch with me on instagram: https://www.instagram.com/wordsthatburnpodcast/The music in this weeks episode is Ground Lines by Sergey Cheremisinov and is used with the creators permission. Enjoy his music here: https://www.s-cheremisinov.com/ Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.