Biography of Gerard Horgan
Gerard Horgan was born in Cork, Ireland but has lived and worked in France, Germany, Belgium and the United States.
He has been writing poetry on and off for 13 years and recently completed his first short story - The Dawning of the Day.
Gerard is currently working on his first novel and a screenplay. He likes travel, photography and music.
Gerard Horgan Poems
The Lost World
I've known for some time. I am not of them. One - of the society that surrounds me, Grinds me,
Dieu Et Mon Droit
Sibelius vies with the office shredder For supremacy of the mind. Notes echo down the grey corridor Caressing the ears of the dead.
I saw an old schoolmate today Death had him in his grip. Sitting outside the Mardyke Spilling over a chair
The Working Man
An emotional enigma is he, Few if any know his profound thoughts Expression through work and graft Hard life, hard heart
Where do I go now? I see no roads diverged In a yellow wood. My senses are dulled
Each note of a piano, Evokes a different thought. Of rain drops or a passing tear, The ebb and flow of life
His sunken and tired eyes stare on. He is lost at the bottom of the glass, Like a child in a corner shop His mouth waters with desire.
I saw an old schoolmate today
Death had him in his grip.
Sitting outside the Mardyke
Spilling over a chair
Pale and ashen
Belly protruding from a stained grey shirt
A look of mild panic
Kept at bay by the pills