My Poetry

My poems appear first either on my Instagram feed (see below), or as exclusive offerings to my poetry patrons on Patreon.

Chapbook Series: When I’ve gathered together ten publishable poems, I publish them in ebook, print and now audio format, in my poetry chapbook series, ten poems at a time.
Themed Selections: I go on to produce themed selections e.g. a book of love poetry, a book of mindfulness poetry.
Occasional Poetry Series: Another series provides poems for special occasion e.g Christmas and Mother’s day.
Gift Books: I produce premium books, like this

All my poetry books are available for sale here on my website, and in all the online retailers like Amazon, Apple and Kobo. You can purchase here/

Thank you for reading and buying poetry.

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“Let the globe, if nothing else, say this is t

“Let the globe,
if nothing else,
say this is true.
That even
as we grieved,
we grew...

For there is always light.
If only we’re brave enough
to see it.
If only we’re brave enough
to be it.”

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CONGRATULATIONS my dear American friends on your new president, vice-president, and embracing the culture envisioned in @amandascgorman #poetic speech

#presidentbiden #kamalaharris #indiepoetryplease #amandagorman #americanpoetry #poetry

Today’s #poem is “Blown” • Up here the win

Today’s #poem is “Blown”
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Up here the wind
kisses hands and face
air on palms and cheek
city dust blown clear.

On high, beyond reach
feeling the tug
of wreaking gravity,
the hunger for doing
the longing for feat,
I stand
to my full height
arms spread
like an eagle, yes
buffeted clean
and breathe.

Breathe.

Breathe.

Small silence in me
sinking into
the great silence
beneath.
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#indiepoetryplease #poemaday #naturepoetry

Today’s #indiepoetryplease #poem is from perform

Today’s #indiepoetryplease #poem is from performance #poet @originalpunkster11 Check out her videos.

EDIE SEDGWICK EULOGY
by Edie Evans
(For my namesake)

Twisted little elf
stolen off the shelf
seen too much wealth
for your own good.

Face full of grace
stares into space
dying in your sleep
like we knew you would.

Plenty of regality:
glamor and reality
just don’t mix—
they can’t be bought.

Once there was beauty
but face turned puffy.
Autistic child
without a thought.

Ass like a battlefield,
arms like a drag race—
Atlas road maps
is your skin.

Andy Warhol calling,
Andy Warhol balling,
open up your bedroom door
and let Andy in.

Throwaway society,
pillbox anxiety—
a click of the camera,
now you’re in the majority.

Funny little Edie,
Twisted, dumb and speedy.
All for Andy Warhol’s
coercive priority.

❤️🦜

#poetrylovers Do we have any #wbyeats fans in the

#poetrylovers Do we have any #wbyeats fans in the room? This is my current work-in-progress. A fictionalised account of the long hot summers of 1916, 17 & 18 in Normandy and London, when world war raged in Europe and the 50-year-old Yeats switched his romantic attentions from his long time love and muse, Maud Gonne, to her 23-year-old daughter, Iseult.

Iseult was an aspiring writer herself and the book explores the true life events of those three strange summers from her point of view, as she simultaneously rebels against and succumbs to the strong personalities of her mother, a British heiress turned Irish revolutionary, and the #poet she grew up with as “Uncle Willie”, now proposing marriage .

You can follow the writing of this novel on Facebook—and even contribute to the twists and turns of its plot. Hop over to my Facebook page to learn more.

And you can buy the first book in the series HER SECRET ROSE (about the early years of Maud Gonne and Yeats’ love affair) on my website OrnaRoss.com or wherever good books are sold online.

#historicalfiction #literaryfiction #poetry

Today’s #poem is “These Times”, first poem o

Today’s #poem is “These Times”, first poem of the new year, available exclusively to my Patreon patrons for the next month.

Here is a sample.

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And so we’ve come
to here,
this surface blur
called now,
its depths though
a clear echo.
Listen.
Hear.
Earth and seas
and stars and breeze
still hold out their arms
to us
as they send forth
their wake-up calls.
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Today is making us
ready for tomorrow.
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To read the rest sign up at www.Patreon.com/ornaross

#poetry #irishpoetry #stopthespread #inspirationalpoetry #poetsofinstagram #earth #climatechangeisreal #questions #change #coronavirus #covid_19 #transformation #indiepoetryplease #poetryeverydamnday

Today’s #micropoem is “The Poet’s Purpose”

Today’s #micropoem is “The Poet’s Purpose”
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With our fingers
we ignite the letters
that spell out the words
that give fire to our meaning
and might, just might,
—all else being right—
set another heart or soul alight.
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#indiepoetryplease #amwritingpoetry

My guest on the Self-publishing Poetry Podcast nex

My guest on the Self-publishing Poetry Podcast next time is @llott.writes, talking about lessons learned from publishing her first poetry book. Lauren says: “I've never been one of those 'run the world' kind of girls. I'm too busy being a witness; breathing in seascapes, watching for storms. I know it seems a waste; but I'm kind of addicted to being astonished.” Hear Lauren talk about the astonishing joy of publishing by subscribing to the podcast: AllianceIndependentAuthors.org/podcast

Today’s #poem is “Autumn Dawn” • The mist

Today’s #poem is “Autumn Dawn”
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The mist has gone
dissolved by daylight’s rise
and a kindly breeze now sighs
its song among the boughs,
the branches and the leaves
that still cling on,
to taste the golden air,
the silver dew,
sip from the jewelled cup
of this still and sunlit
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#autumnpoetry #dawn #treepoetry

Today’s #indiepoetryplease poem is from @henryed

Today’s #indiepoetryplease poem is from @henryedwardlong and called “Shadow of King Went Riding”
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(For Marianne)
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Whispered in my ear
during the early morning
hours of dreaming:
Shadow of King Went Riding.

And the words shortened and grew
and fell across the length of days,
and hid in the foldings of night,
in the company of owls and fireflies.

And where Shadow of King Went Riding
lay itself down and reclined,
there flourished nettle and mullein
and quick crawling things with too many legs.

And as Shadow of King Went Riding
passed over, there arose ghosty Indian pipe
and the thin white bones of field mice and voles
and the egg-like skulls of songbirds and toads.

And with reverence, in silence,
black ravens witnessed
Shadow of King Went Riding
from bare tree branches,

which then bloomed with green buds,
then green leaves, then white flowers,
as Shadow of King Went Riding
was consumed, and continued

into the stomachs and entrails
and out from the ends
of all living creatures where
Shadow of King Went Riding had been.

And I saw the sun shining
and I woke from the dreaming
with Shadow of King Went Riding
still ringing in my ear.
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©2020 Henry Long
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#preraphaelite #poetry

Today’s #poem is “These are the Moments” •

Today’s #poem is “These are the Moments”
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A cup of tea
by candlelight
on a half-clear night.

Some clouds,
some stars.
A half-moon tilted
upwards, a pointed bowl
of darkness
glowing silver-white.

And what looks like
a hole in the sky
a patch of black
on black
a break in the firmament
a lunar lacuna
drawing the eye
to what lies beyond
the beyond.

And the candle
glowing silver.
Moon to the moon.
And the heart rising
exulting
in its own existence.
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#indiepoetryplease #mooning

#theoctoberproject • Soil black and laden A cle

#theoctoberproject
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Soil black and laden
A clear cider sky
Raw branches rattle
a long slow sigh
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Read more @an.uncommon.jay

#indiepoetryplease

Today’s #poem is “Life Dancing” • Whatever

Today’s #poem is “Life Dancing”
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Whatever you do
my beauty
with the body of life
you’ve been given,
hold to the knowing

how to be still
how to sense

the sway of its dance
its shimmer
stretching your limbs,
as you rise up
and get going.
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#indiepoetryplease
#lifedance #childhoodwisdom

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