Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Uisce I hiss like a hungry kettle My faltering Gaeilge Always practiced at the altar In honour of Her Uisce arís Not even knowing If it makes sense to say Water again Water again Red and flowing Life and dreams Surely, hardly What it… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day 14 – Water”
“Why is this?!” I asked The cards answered, “Mystery” Guess I asked for that.