Mother and her dead child

Mother and her dead child

Death has taken you

Nothing in my embrace 

Can breathe life back into your body

Conflicting feelings fill my heart

Love, loss and anger colour my vision of you

But you are cold like the darkest winter night

Cold and unresponsive

I scream inside but my lips emit no sound 

I rage inside but my anger does not show 

I weep inside but my eyes are dry

I die with you but I am still alive

Aching limbs squeeze your limp lifeless body

Tired lips kiss your icy stiffened neck

I pull you in as if to merge our souls and spirit

But alas your soul has already departed

You have left me

I am alone

Mike O'Leary - November 2014

A response to an etching by Kathe Kollwitz. 

Written at a workshop given by Chris Tutton.

Athena and Bastet

Athena and Bastet :

The union of wisdom and love

I have got the money honey 
You the pea green boat 
My guitar to serenade you 
As out to sea we float 

I'll sing to you my sweet
Betrothed we'll soon become
Beneath an arching bong tree
To the rhythm of a bang bang drum

With piggie-wigs ring in hand
With hill top Turkey's blessing
We'll dance across the moon
Sky clad entwined caressing

Mike O'Leary - November 2014

A homage to 'The Owl and the Pussycat'.

Inspiration was taken from a workshop

with our lovely writing tutor and poet,

Siobhan Macmahon.