Theresa Daly Poems

In the hallway
of St. Theresa's ward
his six foot four frame
stepped slowly,
...

A hooker docked
in the basin sways
in the wake of wild swans
who nibble from the red
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I remember past
St. Paddy's days
You'd whisper
'make a wish'
...

Tthe streetllamp, still aglow
casts a gloss over the footpath.
The orange light of morning gushes through the bedroom window;
your weary fingers scramble for the lightswitch,
...

Again & again
I find myself here
in this limbo
of living.
...

The sparkle in the lough
has dulled, its luminous water
now mud green speckle,
...

In a freeze frame
moment
you know what’s happening.
...

I promise to tell you someday
when I can let the words
slip through the gate of my lips;
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Where are you tonight
this first glimpse of
spring? The night all
balmy, the moon full-
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Mist
weeps across the stones
like tears that sweep
this woman's cheek
...