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๐˜ž๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ
๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ด ๐˜ค๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ถ๐˜ฑ ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต, ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฎ๐˜ด ๐˜ค๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ
๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ณ๐˜ถ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ด, ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ง๐˜ถ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฑ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ต
๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด, ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ณ ๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ
๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ, ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ค๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ,
๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด๐˜ค๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฏ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ
๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ, ๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ
๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ธ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ง๐˜ฆ.
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๐˜›๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฃ๐˜บ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ, ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ฑ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ,
๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฃ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ณ, ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ
๐˜ฃ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด, ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ
๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ, ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ช๐˜ง ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ญ๐˜บ
๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ, ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ด
๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜บ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ
๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ด ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜จ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜บ
๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฉ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต’๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜งe.

Earth Call

Today, I cry,
but my tears
do not fall on
the places where
I burn.
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I cry and I burn
simultaneously
without
synchronicity
or harmony.
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The birds take
to the skies,
animals try
outrun
fires and floods.
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๐™„ ๐™๐™š๐™–๐™ง your cries
of distress,
frustration,
anger.
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๐™‰๐™Š๐™’! ๐™‡๐™ž๐™จ๐™ฉ๐™š๐™ฃ ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™ข๐™š!
This is your
warning,
alone
you choose
the ending
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๐™’๐™„๐™๐™ƒ ๐™ˆ๐™€
a new beginning.

A moment

If I could have another day,
an hour, or even a moment
with you,

I wouldn’t waste the time,
telling you how much
I love you

how much you mean to me
I’d put down my book,
my phone,

and look into your eyes
in a way I’ve never looked
before

in a bid to see you
to know you,
to understand

to see not just the father
but the child that lives
within

to see the man you were
and the man that you wishedย 
to be

the worries that haunted you
the desires that drove you
to become

the son, the husband,
the friend and father
that you were.

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Dad

You taught us to sail,

to capsize and come up

laughing

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To climb and when we

reached the top

to aim higher

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Your life mantra was

mind over matter

never complaining

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Quiet and allergic

to small talk

a few pints

ย 

would loosen your tongue

the tales you told,

the life you lived

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the things that could

have changed you

never did,

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in everything and always

you remained steadfast

and true.

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Love you, Dad

Rest in Peace.

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ยฉ Niamh Corcoran

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Time to look

The walls have textures

dents, lines and cracks

Iโ€™ve never noticed before,

a grease mark that sends

me scurrying for rubber gloves

and detergent, then I spot

the lonely paw print,

impossibly high, no cat

could stretch that far,

and why only one?

She couldnโ€™t have reached

down from somewhere

higher, itโ€™s the wrong way

round for that.

I stand back, twist and turn

another step away

to peruse it from a slightly

different angle

still it makes no sense.

I crouch underneath,

reach up, testing my flexibility

the cat looks at me as if

Iโ€™ve gone insane, glares,

then stands mewing by

her bowl.

Itโ€™s dinner time and Iโ€™ve

lost the hours since lunch.

 

 

ยฉNiamh Corcoran 31/3/โ€™20

When will you call?

When will you call?
When my body is cold in the ground,
or as I take my last breath?

It's dark and lonely in this place,
my thoughts shout and echo
whisper and sneer,
you're a burden
no one wants you here.

When will you call?
I have a knife in my hand,
the end is near.

I see the social media posts,
telling me you are there,
but aย  phone call away,
you are waiting for me
to call in for tea.

When will you call?
you say you love me,
but I don't believe you.

I will not call you,
I cannot call anyone,
for this depression,
the darkness, the blackness
that holds me captive

will not allow me that solace,
it tells me over and over
that I am not good enough
not worthy of your love
of time in your busy life.

When will you call?
Knock on my door? 
Do you know it could save me?

Eulogy

A fragment of life

spoken through gritted teeth

choking back the tears

you thought you knew her

yet youโ€™re hearing of

feats and deeds, courage

that were not part of

your conversations

 

you weep again

for the woman you knew

the one you didnโ€™t

and wish you had,

you only saw half

the mountains she climbed.

Cities of ruin

Come, look, see what we have done,

built towers of glistening glass

concrete and steel, reaching

ever higher, above the gloom,

 

majestic spires, concave, convex

creations, masterpieces of

engineering, so tall we

wonder how they stay upright

 

heads in the clouds we praise

our ingenuity as we peer down

at the streets below almost

hidden by the choke of fumes

 

we too have created; replacing

our forests, our fields of green

with monuments to our supposed

superior intelligence

 

where we can ignore the ongoing

destruction, of this place we call

home,

Fledgling

Do you remember the night

I held your hand

brushed your tears away

chased the monster from

under your bed

 

it had yellow teeth

purple spots on green skin

the longest claws ever seen

eyes like fish bowls

 

you’d drawn it in school

and made it real,

given it a home

where it kept you awake

 

in the early hours I was your

knight in shining armour

the bravest person you knew

you held me close told me

 

you’d never let me go.

Today the bed is gone,

you’ve moved out to start

your new life, an adult

 

I’ve shed a little tear

but know that I am near

should that scary monster

ever reappear.

 

 

ยฉ Niamh Corcoran 8/9/19