by Orna Ross | Aug 26, 2018 | Poetry |
Here, evening mist has nothing to hold but the trees. Autumn has not yet plucked the last of the leaves. For me, it’s that time of day, that time of year, when poems come. Oh, that ache to be here, to be heard. Surely, soon. You relieve it with love, always did. My...
by Orna Ross | Jul 31, 2018 | Poetry |
Like inspirational poetry? On the first day of each month, I release a new poem exclusively for my patrons on Patreon. This month's poem is called “Blood Ocean” and is set around a family table in a garden. It's about our human and earth ancestors who sit...