PLAYING GAMES

  When I was a child, was I thoughtless or taught less or was there less to think about, less to love? Though life was never loveless. When I was a child, did I dream less because I didn’t know any more? When I was a child, I lied without knowing the truth of a […]

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THE CHILD INSIDE THE MAN, day 27 of A Month with Yeats

  It’s day 27 of Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats which means all of us who’ve taken part in this fantastic poetry challenge have created 27 new poems inspired by Ireland’s greatest poet. Today’s quote is: ‘Once more the storm is howling, and half hid under this cradle-hood and coverlid my child sleeps on.’ […]

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MOTHERS CHILD

We are carved and we are cared for, Cuddled and coddled all our lives, But we are, will always remain A mother’s creation, the love And labour of the hands That first held us. I see you In me, in the minutes so simple, In the moments so precious, Sometimes so predictable, Other times obscure. […]

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