by Orna Ross | Jun 27, 2015 | Poetry |
Up beside yon ancient castle, where a knight stands in the hall. crumbling bricks square off a garden, the old chapel, under pall. Crooked graves all moss and lichen, brambled weeds now gate its wall. While the knight, once thought a warden, armour empty, holds the...
by Orna Ross | Sep 16, 2014 | Poetry |
Life said to the wanderer: wait without waiting. Kneel yourself down there, on stone- hearted stone. Set down your hope too. It could be mistaken. And fold up that map. It may also be wrong. Though it be dark here beyond all believing, with no place for faith, no,...
by Orna Ross | Jun 23, 2014 | Poetry |
Where are you? The splendour of creation awaits. Beauty veiled, she dallies, playing with the wings of birds passing, swaying her hips with the wind, wanting to dance, to bring you music from planets and clouds. Call her by right name, hear her...
by Orna Ross | May 20, 2014 | Poetry |
Come out into the garden, someone says. It’s almost seven and the table is laid. Yes come. Evening wind is cooling the trees, and we are here, whispering over the rim. See, your mother staring out through the eyes of your son. Your niece hands you a peach with her...