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Earth Call

Today, I cry,
but my tears
do not fall on
the places where
I burn.
 
 
I cry and I burn
simultaneously
without
synchronicity
or harmony.
 
 
The birds take
to the skies,
animals try
outrun
fires and floods.
 
 
𝙄 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧 your cries
of distress,
frustration,
anger.
 
 
𝙉𝙊𝙒! 𝙇𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙚!
This is your
warning,
alone
you choose
the ending
 
 
𝙒𝙄𝙏𝙃 𝙈𝙀
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 wished 
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.

 

Dad

You taught us to sail,

to capsize and come up

laughing

 

To climb and when we

reached the top

to aim higher

 

Your life mantra was

mind over matter

never complaining

 

Quiet and allergic

to small talk

a few pints

 

would loosen your tongue

the tales you told,

the life you lived

 

the things that could

have changed you

never did,

 

in everything and always

you remained steadfast

and true.

 

Love you, Dad

Rest in Peace.

 

© Niamh Corcoran

 

 

Eulogy

A fragment of life

spoken through gritted teeth

choking back the tears

you thought you knew her

yet you’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 didn’t

and wish you had,

you only saw half

the mountains she climbed.

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.

 

 

© Niamh Corcoran 8/9/19

 

 

I am here…

I can no longer hold you

or speak to you,

comfort you in your sorrow

but I am here.

 

I can no longer reach out a hand

to wipe away your tears,

assuage your fears,

but I am here.

 

In the warm sun on your back

in the gentle breeze

that carries your worries away

I am here.

 

In the soothing purr of a cat

the whisper of butterfly wings

the scent of a rose

I am here.

 

In the moon and the stars

that light up the night sky

I am never far from you.

I am here.

 

Though you cannot see me,

or touch me,

say my name silently or aloud

I am here.

 

 

©Niamh Hill

When love is not love…

I am watching you

and everything you do

keeping careful note

of the way you move,

the clothes you wear

the way you do your hair

which colours you favour

the foods you choose

pretending I love you

that I’m in awe of you

 

you lap up each compliment

growing more trusting

and vulnerable with

every passing day

unaware that I am building

an ammunition store

 

I’ll use your trust and secrets

to diminish you, crush you

for I fear you, your strength,

generosity and ability to love

and that which scares me

must be destroyed.

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

 

 

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

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