Tag: poetry by k. s. moore

  • Shell – Poetry of Seashores

    Shell – Poetry of Seashores

    This shell could never have lived on a beach, its skin like the inside of coconut, curls, only mimics the movement of rock-pool water.

  • Leaf – A Poem for New Year

    Leaf – A Poem for New Year

    Take a leaf, walk its lifelines with your fingers. Make its shape with your hands, its perfect oval an alternate world.

  • Winter Life – Snow Poem

    Winter Life – Snow Poem

    Angel cold, the wet-nosed rain became a crochet shower – star-shaped, bon-bon powdery, tentative, childlike, shy and soft.

  • Shiver – Storm Poem

    Shiver – Storm Poem

    The wind soothsays in the key of G, sighing, I match my tone to his. In our duet I hold out strong, harmonise . . .

  • Cat Shadow – Halloween Poem

    Cat Shadow – Halloween Poem

    A cat is a witch’s companion of choice.  A cat is also a household pet.  Both identities sit at ease within the animal’s elegant frame.  Cats are hunters, game players and claw wielders, yet they crave the attention, warmth and sustenance that an owner can provide. Halloween is the perfect time to explore the complicated…

  • Paths – Poetry of Seasons

    ‘Paths’ is a poem about that crossover time between autumn and winter; for me, characterised by falling yellow leaves and the appearance of chestnuts underfoot.  For the first 6 years of my life in Ireland, I lived beside one of the gates into Curraghmore Estate, (the historical house and grounds belonging to the Marquis of…

  • Sequins – Poem

    Sequins – Poem

    The poem, ‘Sequins’ aims to breathe life back into a time when I felt joy from my head to my toes.  In my late teens and early twenties I loved buying a new dress for a night out.  On one occasion, I purchased a dress totally covered in silver sequins.  I looked like a human…

  • Beetle – Nature Poem

    Beetle – Nature Poem

    The beetle of this poem is a creature of reality. I encountered it four years ago at Mahon Falls and knew then, it would become inspiration for a nature poem.  I had never seen a creature like it; satiny black, resoundingly present. I could almost hear it hum. Standing at the crossroads between summer and…

  • The Line – Poetry of the Sea

    The Line – Poetry of the Sea

    To lie on the line between sand and sea will not be enough, will not express my homesick longing for this one shore.