by Orna Ross | Jun 23, 2014 | Poetry |
Where are you? The splendour of creation awaits. Beauty veiled, she dallies, playing with the wings of birds passing, swaying her hips with the wind, wanting to dance, to bring you music from planets and clouds. Call her by right name, hear her...
by Orna Ross | May 20, 2014 | Poetry |
Come out into the garden, someone says. It’s almost seven and the table is laid. Yes come. Evening wind is cooling the trees, and we are here, whispering over the rim. See, your mother staring out through the eyes of your son. Your niece hands you a peach with her...
by Orna Ross | May 5, 2014 | Poetry |
Another video, this time reading two poems — “Halo” & “Long Light” — at The Alliance of Independent Authors's Indie Author Fringe Fest. See below for the text of the poems. HALO My brother, Conor, used them as they should be used,...
by Orna Ross | Feb 1, 2014 | Poetry |
My mother's name is Brigid, though everyone knows her as Ida, named as almost every Irish person used to be, after a saint. St Brigid, one of the patron saints of Ireland, whose feast day is today, the old Irish imbolc the first day of spring. Much to my own surprise...