Women in Ireland, the rising voice
No longer a poster, a nod and a smile
It’s’ a loud crashing wave
Breaking traditions solid as rocks
Sweeping out ideals and combating hate
Supporting each other, marching for rights
It’s our bodies, our minds, our votes and opinions Nothing is simple as it once was
Boys can cry pink tears while girls fight blue boldly
But for the better our country, our women,
One, Two, Three, Four.
Her shoulders sagged
Her arms getting heavy
Just like her eyes had bags
Her eyes fluttered shut
She breathed her last breath but
The angels opened their doors.
When I was four
the most important thing
was to get my princess dress.
The skirt was big and round,
a mesh of mess.
When I finally got my dress
I was overjoyed.
I never thought
I could feel so much love.
Until I looked into his cot
saw his curls so fair
Dimples so deep.
His big blue eyes,
My baby brother
what a surprise.
The familiar footsteps
scurrying towards me
Echo through the confines
of the four kitchen walls
He sits abruptly in front of me,
I am not only
His master but his friend.
A pair of deep brown eyes #
stare up longingly at me
Eyes that speak a million words
I smile back and instantly he knows
His eyes light up
as they do each time without fail.
The smell of freshly mowed grass outside
Early in the morning
The sun in my eyes
The kids outside playing ball,
The sound of laughter of them all
The warm sun lies on my face
Dinner in the back garden every single day
At 10 o’clock it is still bright
But it’s time to come in for the night
I wake up the next morning
No school, no worries,
A Sunny Day
A sparkle in my eye
When taking a photo
Makes me cry
lightens up the gloomy sky
Shining through a great dark cloud
Creates a rainbow
Making it round
It perfects the summer
My favourite of all seasons
I love the sun
For many reasons
My little sister
My little sister is so annoying
She pulls my hair
takes my clothes
I just want to let yous all know
She may be a little snitch
But I wouldn’t change her at all,
Not even one little bit.
Dust, and filtered light
The same down all the years
But a new beam in every second
Reflects all you’ve seen.
Midnight, and each deafening tick
Echoes on a coffin in an empty room.
Or noon, and the glare
of fluorescent light in a classroom
Falls on a watch closely watched.
And down, in a quiet bedroom,
Clicks count down the hours till you wake
But you’ve only got eyes
For the pages of a book that should be closed.
His eyes are bright
As blue as gems
His smile is wide
And full of joy
His tears are acid
His fears are mine
The words we share
His troubles I bear.
Sirens are blaring around the school
The students don’t know what to do
People lie on the floor shaking with fear
Thinking this shouldn’t be happening here
All they can do is stay quiet and hide
When 4 police officers are hiding outside
Their president promised he’d make their country greater Yet 8 school shootings later and they’re still not safer
President stands up, smiles and crowds all cheer The kids say this shouldn’t be happening here.
The music faint yet all around.
People surround me
With heads down.
No one is speaking.
Everyone is tweeting.
The memories are now made
From inside that glass frame.
I wish for one minute
Your head would rise
And realise that this is your life.
I don’t know how to say this
We’re not the serious type but
I miss you
I miss you like a dog misses its bone
I wonder what you are doing
Where you are, who you’re with
Waiting for the day I see you again.
You are gone but not forever
And I can’t wait till we are together.
is a complicated place
Each day the earth
like a spider
spinning their web of lies
who we will be tomorrow
who we will be in the future
But yet nobody is left
to help you decide
who you are today
Nobody is holding your hand
telling you everything is going to be okay
I will decide who I want to be tomorrow
I will decide who I want to be in the future
But I still don’t know who I am today
is a really complicated place.
I stare into the crystal ball,
That once felt like looking into a mirror
Now the square memory reminds me of a black abyss
Dark and shadowy with voices whispering to me
But the words are impossible to comprehend
The rainbow I once saw is beginning to fade to grey
While I stare and plead for an answer
What am I now that I know I mean nothing
Not to her, the one before or the one before
They say everyone has a robin but mine got lost in its flight.
The cars whizz by
On a steamy summers night
My mother, she’s sewing downstairs
My father’s asleep, snoring, counting sheep
Like him I wish to be, without care
But as I put in my earphones
Pull open a book
My thoughts, they calm, like a babbling brook.
Soft, soothing and calming
As my alone time can be
Sometimes all I need are the people around me
Perhaps you might know them as family.
When the sun dawns at 5 o’clock
The warmth peeping through the window
Barbeques every night
The sun still bright, shining.
Spending time with family and friends.
All day and all night
By the sea
I never really understood
what it meant to be stressed
Until I was tossing and turning every night
Crying myself to bed
I thought I finally made new friends
Who would treat me like I treat them
But six months in to the new school year
Yet I am feeling the loneliest I have ever been.
I’m surrounded by plenty of people,
Fourteen I’d consider friends to be exact
Yet only one girl from this big group
Can ever make me feel less sad.
Reading a book is like stepping on to a plane
As your eyes scan the pages
And you settle into the gentle rhythm
Of the writer’s inner consciousness.
You’re lifted up
Gently pulled higher and higher
Clouds envelop the corners of your mind
Soothing, healing, enriching
And then a delicately crafted line
A revolutionary idea
Ignites a fire of passion
Or calms a fear.
I opened my eyes and looked around asking myself, am I sure this is what I want? What should I go for, what I want, or what they want? I hold the leaflet tightly as I walk down the stairs. I hope they understand that I need this. “Mam, Dad, “ I work up the courage to shout.
“Are you finished reading it?” I hear my mam call “Yes”. I say with a hint of uncertainty in my voice “What’s wong?” my dad asks.
I know they will disagree, they think they know what’s best for me. They’ll tell me I’ve worked too hard to let this all go now.
“I’m not going to college, I want to travel the world” I half shout, half cry. I see the look in their eyes, I know the answer is no, but I don’t care. “Everything is booked and paid for”, I plead. “No!” they both shout at the same time. I don’t know what to do, I want to travel, to explore, to try new things. The degree can wait, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity and I’m going to take the risk!
When the grass is green
And the sky is blue
And you can feel the sun’s warm rays
Warming your face
When you dip your feet in to the cool, blue sea
And you know this is exactly where you want to be
When you wake to the sound of chirping birds
And fall soundly asleep to the setting sun
Bent over in awe
With cameras in hand
Taking up familiar dull streets
Relentlessly stopping and starting
Like a broken machine
Why should I fault them?
They gain experiences
Memories, a scrapbook full of pictures
While I lose unvaluable time and patience
For people just like me.
Nana’s Apple Tart
I walk into the kitchen
The smell is like a sweet breeze
The sour apples and humming
The sight puts me at ease
You welcome me in your arms
A feeling I will not forget
I treasure the time that I spent with you
I imagine that you have not left
I made a deal with you, one last apple tart
And now as I bake one, you are always in my heart.
I am a bundle of fleeting emotions
The eye of the storm in a swirling water,
Destroying my world around me
I am a ship to wreck
It gets the better of me
Leaves me shattered in pieces
But then comes the sunshine
That one fleeting moment of euphoria
Laughter, warmth and the comforting echo of a record
Warm sheets and comforting words,
It’s part of the daily process.
Sometimes I feel I am on my own
That I know a truth that no one else has been shown
But everyday I see it creep down the stairwells and through the creeks
It is a power that I have been given
Yet the main cause of all division
Although sometimes it causes floods
And gets me stuck in the deepest muds
I know that one day very soon
The truth will erupt and rebuild the ruins.
When the days get dark at 4 o’clock
And home I come to my house lit up with Christmas lights My cozy pyjamas warm my heart
And my sweet hot chocolate melts my troubles away And into bed I get at 10
To watch an endless number of movies
I wake up in the morning to the exciting smell of my Christmas tree All the decorations getting me in a festive mood
Hoping for snow to lay a blanket over the grass outside And another day drifts by, me still waiting for the big day.
Waking up on a Sunday morning
Teddies sprawled across the floor
Winnie the Pooh pyjamas on
Downstairs to the “green room”
Hugs and kisses from aunts and uncles
Flick open old photo albums
All black and white no colour to be seen
Jim Jim sat at the kitchen table crosswords galore
Playing gun games with walking sticks
Missing you more than ever before.