Three voices in poetry

WHILE these three slim volumes, from Jessie Lendennie’s publishing house by the Cliffs of Moher in Co Clare, are designed in the manner you expect from their publisher, the three poets also have in common a tendency toward “the tyranny of the one-page poem”.

Then again, who has time these days to read in one sitting TS Eliot’s The Waste Land, for example, with its opening reminder, “April is the cruellest month”?

Be that as it may, even the titles indicate that the three poets each have their own fish to fry.