Immaculate Silence – Eileen Morrissey

This poem ,like the paining vividly reflects the turmoil in the stillness

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You carefully applied grey eyeshadow and long strokes of black mascara.
The image in the mirror never appeased.
You brushed your long fair hair and considered tying it back.
Instead you chose to leave it free.
In your small red handbag you placed keys, mobile, wallet,
cigarettes and lighter, a miniature vodka and some valium.
A blue ford escort minicab took you there.
You talked to the driver about your life, your family, your country.
Paying the fare, you thanked him and said that you were fine.
It was dark and cold, the grass wet from the morning’s rain.
The moon shone luminously.
You ran all the way, the driver of the cab calling after you.
Feet wet in impractical shoes.
Your breathing coming fast and loud, heart pounding,
mascara tears trickled down your face.
The sound of traffic and the cabbies voice grew fainter.
You could see the edge…

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One Summer Day – Catherine Walshe

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A breeze sweeps across the downs
through the door, ajar
a slant of morning light cuts through
scorching the vacant chair.
Dust mites float above scrubbed tiles
beneath tired curtains
that remain open through sultry evenings.
The last scent of bread fades away
from the oven.
Ships with their masts pointed downwards
drip dry on breakfast dishes
after picnic baskets have been carried away
across meadows and cornfields.
Tick tock, tick tock, the clock chimes on.

All day long shadows shift and change shape
a room rests in silent longing
for the hour
when weary workers return home
beneath angels looking down
from pink tinted clouds
on hay stacks and sheaves of corn.

Catherine Walshe enjoys painting, writing short stories and poetry, she draws inspiration from the Golden Vale in Tipperary where she grew up and from walks on the Sussex Downs. Catherine illustrated a kindle book cover, Getting Away…

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