We are woman, we are beautiful
When it comes to Irishness, the world is our oyster. So many magical voices, celebrated throughout the world. The ones you know are household names… And the list is by no means exhaustive. I could have selected a few that have really struck chords in my heart; but, there is one, one, anonymous, living and breathing by River Lagan, who devotes her time and care to vulnerable people, hence double-touched my heart.
Don’t ask me for a photograph, as I have yet to immortalise her smile, and, light in her eyes. Her name too remains anonymous, for it is wished this way.
So, for you, beautiful Irish one,
a first poem.
Every rose hip has a meaning.
Of all the dreamers in
has always been your sanctuary,
fog lit at night,
I sometimes see here
The firecrest deep in your eyes.
In between lush and
morning has a meaning, like
a tattoo on shoulder
you wander between feeders;
behind the back of every leaf, there is a heart
ready to pounce, between
the rose and the
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Our school flag shines inside a gale, as we are about to abandon the Old AHS for brand new walls at Clickimin….
This morning, one single thought dawned on me: our final day with our pupils at our familiar street address, Lovers’ Loan.
I share a common blend of feelings, like so many of us – torn with leaving a great headland and the Old Institute Sir Arthur Anderson had built in the name of education (1862) and shifting into a state of the art 21st century building.
To mark such move, I penned a piece now with the New Shetlander for a future issue.
Cheerio, Lovers’ Loan
We pile boxes upon boxes, whilst our
lashes tears in rain –
for this last
bairns fill corridors with voices only
The green and gold of our
we cannot stop.
Speckled swaabies in search of toast some pupil
wet grass –
they know the restaurant
watch silhouettes behind
departure from granite walls,
shiny square slates…
Our final day at Lovers Loan
Lerwick, Old AHS, 4 Oct 2017
I will miss our “Hogwarts”.
From one era into the next.
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