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Mother’s Day

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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

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Written by Marianne Slevin

14 March, 2010 at 8:42 pm

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Little poems from Doolin

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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

Written by Marianne Slevin

26 October, 2008 at 6:36 pm

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