I saw the Strokestown Poetry Festival looking for poems for a competition earlier this year. For the craic I wrote something, needless to say it didn’t get shortlisted. I think I should stick to the photography. Whispering trees The trees whisper of lives lost too soon the hunger of a nation who cried to […]
When I was at my lowest I started writing. I dug out the notebook today and I can’t even remember writing some of the things! There are a couple that jumped out at me though, and actually had me shaking my head that I wrote them, so I’ve decided to publish them here.
As I haven’t been picking up the camera I’ve been messing about writing. On one of my walks I was inspired to write this – it’s a sort of poem (I think!)
A safe place, a friendly face, a golden globe of light. A dancing flame that speaks my name and chases away the night. The shadow is there but there’s warmth in the air, Held in the haven of this room. A sacred hour, a healing power, That helps diminish the doom.
It’s been a mixed bag of emotions this week. I feel like I’m on a wave, sometimes I’m a champion surfer riding the white horses, other times I’m struggling to stay afloat. I have found a new thing that helps though.
Yesterday afternoon I went along to Dooney Rock on the shores of Lough Gill to a meeting of ‘Bards in the Woods’. I’ve been following the Facebook page and the event sounded interesting so I went to find out more.