Friday, 19 April 2013

Words in Motion 2013 - Feature Poem of the Day

The Mists

Sometimes I awake in Ireland
The rivers mists swell up its banks
Roommates sigh over tea, missing Cork and Ederny
Greet the dawn at the kitchen sink
Morning coffee, steams through the stillness
That only pauses, when the mists comes

by Caroline Juhlin-Parke


The fisherman picks the net clean of silver bellied smelt that shimmer like money in his
bucket. He feeds the heron, that great grey flamingo, that steps like a dancer next to his big green boots. So much beauty, so much longing.  After all these years, she still occupies his heart like a net full of butterflies.

by Ivy Young

1 comment:

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