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Winter Leeks. Some days my thoughts are slow and brownNo matter what shoes I wearor what clothes I put on. Kristine Byrne ...

Who Will Remember . Who will remember if the watch I wear Is Cartier… Shabaka..or Franck Mega 4why should they care ...

We Never Forget The Elephant.Steadily she movesThis old and gracious beastShe holds her secretsClose into her heartAs she carries menUpon her ...

  War Zones It will end where it began.. ..in fear fear to the end,.. will armed adult men stop killing unarmed children? children running……running ...

Unpacking London Clothes tossed upon the bed make their own patterning…the fabrics blending intowardssome older memoryof farms in France and women ...

The Truce. Thin and respectable respectableShe stirs the pudding One hand onThe wooden spoonShe holds a latin grammar in the other. The ...

The Tombstones I did not dare to ask you ...come with meI went alone instead ,I said...thirty years later...Looking past the ...

The Mystery Woman And shadowy amongst the shadowsWe find you wearing that old gaberdine …a camera round your neck ...In black ...

The Love of Rick McVie Understand ...I huddle around the firethat burns inside me all winter long..no one will help me..it ...

The Inner Child Too soon the inner child can disappearAnd wither in the shadow of all wars…And blinded by atrocityIt seems ...

The Grave at Mt Jerome. I look at my mother’s grave…her ashes in a ground devoid of flowers…..locked down amongst the ...

The Feasting Kind There is a throbbing in the corridor...outside my doorAs if a pipe is choked in London on this ...

The Fear. Walking in the parkWas bleakWe...Scarcely speakingTook long sorry pathsUnder gallows of trees. The briarHad left scarsAnd denial That the spearhead of ...

The Fear of Dark. From the satellite...we see electricityBurning from every land...hot brilliance of fires on earth...our burning planetThat glare that ...

The Crowd Within the Soul Within the gathered body of the crowdI weave amongst the other souls along the weary flagstones ...

The Colour Red. Con’s a Celebrity. I live with him. I’m nobody..but he knows that.It suits him that I stay that ...

The Cyclamen. She sits, her sharp cut cheeks of pink ….aglow .I see her there, stuck on the supermarket shelf,The pot ...

Walking by the sea I had hoped the stones Would fall from your eyes Onto the beach.   Kristine Byrne 26th Jan ...

That Long Gone Star   In infinity… we are smaller than a tiny dot.And yet our joys and troubles seem so largeTo ...

Summer. The memory of winter glovesDrying Swallowed by the skyThe swallow flies.Long flight .Short life. The plum and apple tree are silentNo ...

Strange sleep...a dreamMost nights are quiet ...like a gardenSweetBut when the memoryBecomes a jagged thing Sly forces strikeAnd a discordant ...

Poems - 2014