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

. 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

I’m not a mind Just a fraction of the earth Fleeting For a moment I’ve turned off At peace Just breath And breathing I’m a tree Or mountain Or a river weaving And its fucking freedom

  The world is bigger today. I am me in it. Free. It’s brighter, bursting with colour. Great lights embrace the sky. Buildings sing a creative call Battery Park. Running past Liberty. The empire states that it can see all   The world is bigger today. New York in my bones and my core And … Continue reading A New York Minute

  I love the sea. It’s fine straight line against the sky. It’s gleaning glimmer on a peaceful day. The waves crashing And the white shimmering fizz that gathers at the shore. I love it all.   But what an ice-cold sea can give me above all else Is a Mind freeze!   An overthinking … Continue reading Mind Freeze