by Orna Ross | May 5, 2014 | Poetry |
Another video, this time reading two poems — “Halo” & “Long Light” — at The Alliance of Independent Authors's Indie Author Fringe Fest. See below for the text of the poems. HALO My brother, Conor, used them as they should be used,...
by Orna Ross | Feb 1, 2014 | Poetry |
My mother's name is Brigid, though everyone knows her as Ida, named as almost every Irish person used to be, after a saint. St Brigid, one of the patron saints of Ireland, whose feast day is today, the old Irish imbolc the first day of spring. Much to my own surprise...
by Orna Ross | Jan 6, 2014 | Poetry |
I have thoughts but I am not my thoughts. I am one who sees them swirl. What can be seen is not the seer. I have thoughts but my thoughts are not me. I have a body but I am not my body. I am one who makes it move. What can be moved is not the mover. I have a body but...
by Orna Ross | Dec 22, 2013 | Poetry |
It is a poem born out of loneliness and solitude. Kavanagh wrote it after spending another festive season alone in his bachelor flat in Dublin and the poem is infused with nostalgia for rural, farm-family life, recalled through the lens of Christmas. The memories...
by Orna Ross | Mar 17, 2024 | Poetry |
Maud Gonne was a formidable activist and generous philanthropist, whose feminism and nationalism altered the course of Irish history, but she is still best known as the muse of the first Irish nobel laureate for literature, the great poet WB Yeats. This post is about...
