Margaret O Driscoll
Margaret O Driscoll Poems
Awed by its architecture
I step inside
Gigantic Gothic arches
rise on either side
...
Seeing a loved one dear to you
lying in their final bed
Is an image that stays with you
long after funeral prayers are said
...
From the chateau gardens
I heard the most melodious sound
A nightingale loudly proclaimed
it's presence to all around
...
I took a trip down memory lane
along the byways last September
Pointing out familiar places
and events I well remember
...
It felt strange going back there
I'd almost forgotten the way
Suddenly it came back to me
at the turn off down to the bay
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Velvet reed mace by the lakeside
Swans glide on the mirror serene
Buttercups gold among grasses
In heat haze a calming scene
...
The miscellany of the murmuration can be heard by all around
Then the starlings swoop down, strutting swiftly
Yellow beaks probing in the ground
...
Fenceless fields of young wheat
soaked by swivelling irrigation
Roadside lines of cherry trees
on my way to the train station
...
Scanning the old census records
From the year 1901
Handwritten in pen and ink
Details of everyone
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Looking into the future
sitting on a wooden crate
light suit, waistcoat and tie,
a long cigar to drag on as time goes by
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Under a huge canopy of mahogany
Teak, ironwood and palm
Dark jungle gets even darker
Streaks of lightening, sudden calm
...
A hot Summer's day
market stalls everywhere
Smoke rises from the barbeque,
customers queue in the square
...
A line of cabs by Heuston
I hail the first one in line
The taxi driver seems pleasant,
'Going to the RDS, that's fine'
...
Primroses grow by the old stone steps that lead on to a secluded rock
In that quiet glen in Penal Times
a priest prayed there with his flock
...
A bird hide fashioned in willow
with a high wooden bench to sit on
A long discreet viewing slit -
a moorhen appears, then it's gone
...
A blue tit busily peering
at the wing mirror of the car,
seemed to me to be thinking
'This rival mate won't get far'
...
A regular task
Almost elbow-deep in suds
Steam rising from the tub
A bar of Sunlight soap
...
The Children Of Lir slumber
by Ballydonegan Bay
A swan's feather floats over Caha's hills guides walkers on The Beara Way
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I wish for them a curious mind,
answers to questions they pose
I wish for them a love of nature,
interest in all that grows
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Come lie with me on warm grass awhile
Inhale the sweet clover, the scent of pure soil
Walk hand in hand beneath hawthorn trees
White petals floating by in a warm gentle breeze
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Margaret O Driscoll Biography
Margaret is a very busy mother of seven and grandmother of eleven.She is a poetry writer, curator and editor who lives in Co' Cork, Ireland. She likes to write poems about nature and about funny incidents but also writes about serious issues which affect many people. Her poems have been published in several anthologies and magazines, one is reproduced by Hodder Education UK for a GCSE English Literature publication. Her poems have been translated into Polish, Bulgarian, Finnish, Persian, Punjabi, Ukrainian, Russian, Irish and Serbian. She self published her first collection of poetry in 2016, 'The Best Things In Life Are Free', it has received many rave reviews and it's available to buy online at Lettertec Books. One of her poems 'In The Forest' is reproduced in the current journal of the Society of Classical Poets. Her calendar poem for children, 'Children's Nature Guide' is published in an international children's poetry book, 'Let's Play Together'. She's a Social Care Worker and likes walking, singing, dancing, and reading, to unwind. She loves to spend time with her grandchildren exploring, gardening, watching films and cooking.)
The Best Poem Of Margaret O Driscoll
A Poem In Stone
Awed by its architecture
I step inside
Gigantic Gothic arches
rise on either side
Atop red marble columns
along each side of the aisle
A colossal feat of construction
created in Pugin's style
Splendid stained glass windows
Depicting saints of glory
Sun's rays shine through the hues
Each panel tells a story
Jesus and his apostles in white marble
The Last Supper around the table
Priceless treasures by master craftsmen
Gifted, artistic, diligent, able
I pray for my family and I
As I stand there alone
In that graceful peaceful sanctuary
A poem in stone
Margaret O Driscoll Comments
Your poetic talent express throgh your poems. I really congratulate you.excellent!
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Love the bio a real woman I bow