by Orna Ross | Jan 6, 2014 | Poetry |
I have thoughts but I am not my thoughts. I am one who sees them swirl. What can be seen is not the seer. I have thoughts but my thoughts are not me. I have a body but I am not my body. I am one who makes it move. What can be moved is not the mover. I have a body but...
by Orna Ross | Dec 22, 2013 | Poetry |
It is a poem born out of loneliness and solitude. Kavanagh wrote it after spending another festive season alone in his bachelor flat in Dublin and the poem is infused with nostalgia for rural, farm-family life, recalled through the lens of Christmas. The memories...
by Orna Ross | Mar 17, 2024 | Poetry |
Maud Gonne was a formidable activist and generous philanthropist, whose feminism and nationalism altered the course of Irish history, but she is still best known as the muse of the first Irish nobel laureate for literature, the great poet WB Yeats. This post is about...
by Orna Ross | Oct 14, 2013 | Poetry |
I'm honoured to be reading at the London Irish Centre's Tribute to Seamus Heaney tomorrow evening. I'm thinking of reading “Ballynahinch Lake” and “Postscript”, two poems that I think of as companion pieces and the two that, for me, best...
by Orna Ross | Oct 10, 2013 | Poetry |
My brother, Conor, used them as they should be used, the rings. Hoops of grey rubber to throw at numbered hooks on a board and make the grownups who came to our place for their daily drink call out. Well done! when one caught on. To me, one was a thing to twirl...