by Orna Ross | Aug 3, 2010 | Poetry |
One major inspiration of art and writing is… art and writing. I'm reading a brilliant anthology, edited by Carol Ann Duffy, called Answering Back, with a simple, delightful concept: a living poet chooses a poem from the past that has touched them and writes a...
by Orna Ross | Jul 2, 2010 | Poetry |
Down by the river bank I see a life-ring on a line, and think of how we used to swim in talk, your hands in mine, our arms encircled round your wound, that never-ending need. Your life was so unfairly hard, you felt, and I agreed. So when low words rose from...
by Orna Ross | Jun 1, 2010 | Poetry |
‘”Thou Shalt Not!” soon fades,’the Storyteller* said. ‘But “Once Upon a Time…” goes on forever.' It is morning, May in England, Ascot Priory wood. In a clearing by the pathway, a branch invites a bow. I lay my forehead on its bark,...
by Orna Ross | Nov 3, 2009 | Poetry |
In the amber of a late October, altered by illnessand a mauling from friends, we havecome again to London, and comeone to the other,in truth,it seems, for the first timein twenty-something years. These are our days.Above us, white lines from Heathrowstreak the sky and...
by Orna Ross | Sep 2, 2009 | Poetry |
From Inspiration Meditation. Sit to silence, hear a singing, Hold the silence, know the song. Know the silence is me singing, By the silence I am sung. —————————– WANT MORE LIKE THIS? Sign up for The...