A curtain of blonde hair. Not one of them out of place and never a bad hair day. A colourful wardrobe where pink Wellington boots went perfectly with a leopard skin dress and a red hat. An endless smile, big blue eyes, an envied figure. She listened but never told secrets. In a time of... Continue Reading →
Seen but not heard
Why don't you speak? Too scared. Easier to say nothing. Eyes down watching an invisible spek of dirt on the carpet. Chest hurting from held breaths. Here but not really here. Children should be seen and not heard.
Waiting
The ticking clock is the only thing that interrupts the silence. An atmosphere so tense that a knife could cut it. Waiting for a key in the door. Waiting to see a facial expression. Waiting to know if it's safe to speak - or not. A childhood paused. Almost a childhood lost. Wise beyond her... Continue Reading →
A trip down memory lane
I was in Galway for a few hours today to see the moon...more about that in another post but while I was there I took a walk to my old stomping ground of Woodquay where my Nan lived. It's strange because the house looks the same from the front and although there's now an extension... Continue Reading →
In the shadow of a giant
Quite a few weeks ago I was up at some daft hour due to insomnia and decided to go off walking. It was a beautiful morning, the sun was beginning to rise and I drove to the Isle of Innisfree. From there I walked from Innisfree to Slish Wood and back again. This is part... Continue Reading →
My earliest childhood memory
I was listening to Paula MacSweeney on Today FM this morning (worth getting up early for) and she was talking about her earliest childhood memory and listeners were texting in theirs. Anyway it got me thinking. My earliest memory is very clear. I was in my cot and got frightened by a sound outside (which... Continue Reading →
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