Category: Poetry

Motherhood

I wonder sometimes why
Sad thoughts are overwhelming;
Shared feelings with the mothers
Of this strange world…

limbo limbo
limbo like me
we’ll dance to your tune

Water flows, God knows there never seems to be an end to it.

I walked along a Kerry shore
in a raging summer storm.
The wind ripped the soul from me

The road to Smugglers’ beach
is long, through dry-cracked peat and
fields of grass now yellowing.

I peel away the layers until I find the seed
of what it is I think I want and what it is I need…

driftwood branches
planted ; a stage for
feathered players

The winter-stunted grass
lies flat beneath the winds of change
and music flows…

water–
surrounds
encloses…

Come to the edge of the ocean
where the soft golden sand meets the sea.
Feel the warmth of the sun on your shoulders…