Ishtar Ishtar In times when food came slowly from the ground,And blossom turned to fruit but once a year,Our tools were made ...
Arklow….Slumbering Sunday Arklow….Slumbering Sunday While Arklow sleeps away the dawn after the night !All sucked deep into a pillow white and softIf find ...
Kristine Byrne
My Poetry
Kristine Byrne
My Poetry