Search

Niamh

Poetry

Tag

Dreams

Stay with with me

Stay and hold me

so I can feel

your breath

cool on my cheek

your heartbeat

close to mine

the steadiness

of your feet

on the earth

if you let me go

or take your eyes

off me for a second

I am afraid

the wind of life

will seize me

in a frenzied whirl

and I may never

find my way home.

 

©Niamh Corcoran

 

 

Advertisements

Untitled…

When I look in your eyes

and our bodies meld

to become one

I know I shall never

really be alone

in those fleeting moments

my mind quieted

skin tingling

as if I’d stood in cold rain

breath ragged

hair awry

the sight of you

the feel and smell of you

will soon be a distant memory

but even without you

I know

I am whole, complete

always at one with the world

at my feet.

 

©Niamh Corcoran

Mother…

Today, I curl up

in a ball and cry,

for my children

slowly destroying me

 

with pollution, plastic

and pesticides

they cut forests

and burn grasslands

 

chase the animals,

they have not

hunted and killed,

from their homes

 

yet I continue to

feed them, provide

water and shelter

air to breathe

 

in the hope that

they will learn

to value

my magnificence

The Politician

On silver wings of desperation

she flees,

the knife in her hand drips

a Hansel and Gretel trail

that any ordinary man could find

 

the unicorn dips his head

as she passes

he has no wish to bear

witness to the crime

what he does not see…

 

the fairies in the glade

following her

flit from tree to tree

their incessant chatter

like birdsong

 

cover her footsteps

so none hear her pass

complicit in death

as in life they claim

to value freedom.

 

 

©Niamh Corcoran

Fairy tales…

fairy tales aren’t lies

but sugar-coated truths

we cannot bear to hear

 

to allow reality to sink in

is to float on a paper raft

in a raging sea

 

too many loose ends

not enough ribbon to tie them

only bedraggled raffia

 

in multi-coloured knots

that catch on rocks –

keep them floating

 

these dreams we seize

to bolster our days

turn to drizzle at dusk

 

 

© Niamh Corcoran 4/12/2013

Create a website or blog at WordPress.com

Up ↑