Posts Tagged ‘poems’
Mother’s Day
Some dried rose petals from Valentine’s day floated between bubbles,
Along with a yellow toy duck.
She started to put the wet rose petals around it,
she said she was trying to turn the duck into a rose.
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Their first journey to the Green Road at Fanore,
It’s guardian a piebald cob with a green horse beard.
We walked along a perfect natural carpet edged with rocks.
Then to the fields, he took my hand,
to meet the enormous robots made from mighty stones.
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Two Motherhood poems by Marianne Slevin
Little poems from Doolin
Eight years ago, when I visited Doolin for about a month during my M.A, I wrote these poems that slightly resemble Haiku poetry. I wrote them as I walked near the Cliffs of Moher and across The Burren. Now they are draped over our sofa on lengths of cotton! Little did I know that my family would one day sit on the words in the very same house! Life is very unpredictable and mysterious!
Here
horses graze
among sea-foam
Looking down
the sea-gulls
are imitating stars
Floating on
even thistles
become soft
Every day
I walk
a circle
The moon
is reflected
in a distant rock-pool
Wind is blowing
even horses
cling to mountains
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