I am a qualified Graphic designer from the Limerick School of Art & Design. I am married to a wonderful artist, I have two kids and this is the first time I have submitted my poetry to be viewed by everyone & no one.
My time to write has arrived. These poems have been mine and mine only for a while now. They are yours to read now. Disect them if you wish. When they move you, tell me. When ... more »
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A thunderstorm brews,
Heavy rain store slows it’s flow
This injured, hungry wildcat needs to feed.
Electricity sparks within its folds,
Itching to strike down its first victim
Black, grey and sickly white.
A coat of warning.
He stands exposed,
An open field his fighting ground.
No shield, no sword,
No chain-mail to protect him in battle.
He knew it would arrive.
He had been warned.
An ancient intuition said run.
He had time to flee,
But no, he was drawn to the danger.
For a brief time he was a storm ...