2024 winner Fingal Libraries Poetry Competition Holes She fields positivity. Serves herself in every red berry juice. A smile, a laugh, a touch of encouragement. For everyone. Her fingers and feet are nurtured for round objects. Measured for every ball. She holds orange slices at half time. She is a great sport. A mid field … Continue reading Holes
Author: Sheila Ryder
step
Its 6.30 in the morning darkness but I’m bright gear on running A gentle orange haze rising over the sea light coming still running Each moment step throbbing with the potential of a silent mind
‘How do you know if you’re alive if you’re not nervous anymore”
I’m performing and hosting a poetry slam for the Fingal Poetry Festival tomorrow night. As usual my whole week has been consumed with thinking about it, rehearsing it and getting nervous about it. On top of the normal nerves is the fact that I haven’t been on stage in 2 years. But then no one … Continue reading ‘How do you know if you’re alive if you’re not nervous anymore”
A City Speaks – Me ‘Aul Flower
A city rooted in kindness Not forgotten The past and future together On the streets of Dublin The urban legend The simple truth The beauty and the power Of Me ‘Aul Flower
Winging it
. For so much of life I’ve been shitting it Feeling like I’m winging it Holding back, Afraid to show what I’ve got For what? Unqualified, temping at a school Not really playing by the rules Writing plays and comedy Not believing I know how and feeling Inexperienced, Inadequate and shy Accountancy, KPMG, An enterprise … Continue reading Winging it
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