by Orna Ross | Jun 30, 2020 | Poetry |
This is a summary of this fortnight's #indiepoetryplease, my Instagram TV poetry reading, in which I read some of my own poetry and some poems from other indie poets I admire. The aim of #indiepoetryplease is to introduce viewers to some of the most exciting,...
by Orna Ross | Jun 28, 2020 | Poetry |
I mostly post my poetry first on Instagram, (unless it is a patron-exclusive poem). Each Sunday, here on the blog I post the poem that has got the most Insta likes. If you’re on Instagram, let’s follow each other. You’ll find my account Orna Ross.poetry here. And now...
by Orna Ross | Jun 21, 2020 | Poetry |
I mostly post my poetry first on Instagram, (unless it is a patron-exclusive poem). Each Sunday, here on the blog I post the poem that has got the most Insta likes. If you’re on Instagram, let’s follow each other. You’ll find my account Orna Ross.poetry here. And now...
by Orna Ross | May 1, 2020 | Poetry |
This Month's Exclusive Poem for Patrons: Full Flight I was going to post a different poem for the exclusive this month but then this one arrived. Though I was thinking of a dear friend as I wrote, I think it's born out of lockdown too. How are you coping with...
by Orna Ross | Apr 25, 2020 | Poetry |
I wanted to tell you about a fantastic social media initiative that is also a great example of the kinds of things that are being born out of the creative conditions created by the lockdown. Tara Skurtu, wonderful poet and writer had the idea for The International...
by Orna Ross | Apr 3, 2020 | Poetry |
This Month's Exclusive Poem for Patrons: On Reaching 60: Happenings I'm posting this after a long day of strange celebrations of my big birthday. Unable to physically get together with family or friends, I spent the day on my phone and yet again, found myself so very...
by Orna Ross | Mar 1, 2020 | Poetry |
This month's exclusive poem for patrons: Flare. The trees in London are grey and bare at the moment. Just outside my study window there is one that flares to an astonishing shade of yellow in autumn. Looking at how it is now, and wondering over the miracle of being...
by Orna Ross | Feb 28, 2020 | Fiction |
Maud and Iseult Gonne are living in Normandy, taking refuge from the war in Paris, when they hear that John MacBride, Maud's husband, has been executed. This leaves Maud frantic to get back to Ireland. She dispatches Iseult to London, to fetch their friend, the poet...
by Orna Ross | Jan 19, 2020 | Poetry |
Some poems (not many) arrive complete. Most take days, maybe weeks, sometimes even months to get to that state of completeness where no more can be done. They are as pure and as perfect as they're ever going to be. Some just won't let go. They keep asking for...
by Orna Ross | Jan 10, 2020 | Fiction |
The story has shifted to 1916. Maud and Iseult are living in Normandy, as the first world war wages and in Dublin, Irish freedom fighters have organized a botched insurrection. Many of their Irish friends and acquaintances were involved. This extract describes what...