Sunlight after rain,
gently dries the sodden earth,
in Spring renewal.
Monday, February 7, 2011
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Poetry Bus Poem - Connections 2
This week's poetry prompt came from the fab TFE, and it was to write about an image from the Photograph Prose Website. Other bus riders will be found on the TFE site @ http://totalfeckineejit.blogspot.com/
Cheated a little bit this week, as when I checked out the photoprose images, I seen the image of a young baby and it sort of reminded me of the poem I did a couple of weeks back. Anyhow, I had to change the poem a little, so here is the new version.
Connections
You are all grown up now,
but I still remember you small,
squashed up little person,
tiny hands that gripped my fingers,
trusting eyes that never questioned.
A bond that followed from the womb,
ran through each part of me,
and like a lioness protecting her own,
I breathed you in, kept you close.
We go back to a time before language,
our ancient bond that never faltered,
as I watch and keep you safe,
until the end of time.
Walking/Photo Journal - Wet Wet Wet
I have abandoned walking until this miserable weather eases, so for now just a inside-out photo.
Saturday, February 5, 2011
The Making of a Best Seller - National Library of Ireland
Library Late
Spring 2011 Library Late programme features a season of interviews exploring Irish popular fiction. Over 3 evenings from February to April some of Ireland’s leading popular fiction writers will discuss their craft.
Admission to all events is free, but tickets must be booked in advance.
The Making of a Bestseller: Monday 28 February at 8pm
This first event in the series is a panel discussion chaired by broadcaster John Murray with author Monica McInerney, literary agent Faith O’Grady and Maria Dickenson of the Irish Booksellers Association.
Sheila O’Flanagan in conversation: Wednesday 30 March at 8pm
Join us to hear best-selling author Sheila O'Flanagan in conversation with broadcaster John Murray.
Sinéad Moriarty and Cathy Kelly in conversation: Tuesday 12 April at 8pm Join us to hear authors Sinéad Moriarty and Cathy Kelly in conversation with broadcaster John Murray.
Friday, February 4, 2011
Thought for the Weekend - Virginia Woolf
'Each has his past shut in him like the leaves of a book known to him by his heart, and his friends can only read the title.'
- Virginia Woolf -
Bone to Blossom - Launch Not to be Missed
From Bone to Blossom, an anthology of poetry & pen and ink drawings
By Eileen Casey & Emma Barone.
The launch will take place at Birr Library on Saturday 12th February at 11 a.m.
The publication will be launched by Artist & Writer Rosalind Fanning.
Tea & Coffee will be served.
Everyone welcome. Free Admission.
RSVP to 057-9346800
Supported by Offaly Arts Council
Supported by Offaly Arts Council
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Photograph Prose Submission - Lost Innocence
Like TFE I seen the weblink (http://www.photographprose.com/) for this exciting idea through the Woman Rule Writer blog. Anyhow, I was delighted when they accepted my poem 'Lost Innocence' and combined it with an image by Mario Jean, (see link to his website http://www.madocphoto.com/. You can critique this poem and other prose submissions on their site, leave a comment or cast a vote!
To see the image that inspired the poem just log on to their site http://photographprose.com/phopro/
Lost Innocence
I see my childhood caught in stone,
the aged-child within my bone.
Her eyes, I see them in black mass,
tinged pupils fleeting from the past.
I see her sometimes on the street,
or late at night when I do sleep.
That day we all went to the park,
swings and noise and air that swept you up real high,
escaping worlds into the sky.
I didn’t know not even then,
that life would not be that again.
A story told, that always stayed,
of loss that never could replace,
the little girl that I had known.
The eyes, I see them in black mass,
the ones that say, they can’t go back,
to five years old, changed in a day,
to stone, clay innocence,
that flew away.
Walking Photo Journal - Spring
In the mountains we are usually later than most to see the Spring bulbs shooting through, but despite the last couple of months of snow, they are bravely peeping out.
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Magpie Tales - Street
Week 51 Magpie Prompt - See Link at end of Post
Street
The streets are deserted. It is the end of night when the late drunks have already stumbled home and the early morning visitors, road sweepers and newspaper deliveries, are still at least an hour away.
I pass the shuttered-down shops, the remains of last night’s litter underfoot. There is a stale chill in the air. The sound of my footsteps seem loud, out of place.
When I reach the cobblestones, my high heels are not impressed. ‘Not long now,’ I tell myself and for an instant, I remember being a little girl jumping to avoid the pavement cracks.
When I reach the cobblestones, my high heels are not impressed. ‘Not long now,’ I tell myself and for an instant, I remember being a little girl jumping to avoid the pavement cracks.
Back then, my movements nimble, not like now. I stop walking and listen to the street. The silent humming, still haunted by the whispered roars, of the previously people-thronged night. If I am not careful, I could die here in this lonely place.
A lone seagull swoops down ahead of the morning pack, startling me. It is then that I look and see the image in the glass, long legs, short skirt, red lips, dishevelled blonde hair.
Who is it that I am now, and why do I live this lie?
Who is it that I am now, and why do I live this lie?
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