What I have to Say – Poetry
Can I tell you before it’s tarnished? Before the lichen crust absolves me of need to share?
Micropoetry – Piebald Rug & Flood
Burgundy-earth patches on cream, soft as calla lily.
Walks by Water – Two Poems
The Shore A shot of sea spills its gut, deep music.
Outside the Window
Waterford Writers’ Weekend is fast approaching and I will be leading a workshop called ‘Get Flashy with Fiction’ on Saturday, May 9th. The workshop will run from 10.30 am until 12.30 pm at Central Library, Waterford.
Rediscovering The Sea
I wanted to go to the sea, realised I hadn’t been in almost a year. Why? I love the sea. I grew up with it. I think it was something to do with being pregnant. In the first trimester, I felt sick and scared about what was going to happen to my body. In the…
Icicles, a Winter Poem by K. S. Moore
Icicles don’t bend, they stand up straight and spear. Through them, I see a white expanse, the field has stolen snow . . .
Summer Micropoetry
July can be a heady month; pollen still strong, the sun burgeoning. So far, this July has been a little damp and cooler than expected, but as a hay fever sufferer, I’m not complaining at all! I’ve been busy observing nature and scribbling fragments of summer micropoetry.
Walking by the River
I love walking by the river in Carrick-on-Suir. The water always looks so fresh and cool. Sometimes it’s possible to distinguish black flickers of fish in the depths. Swans parade like floating snowdrops and on a sunny day the sky presses, only offering a bare trace of breeze.