(Things Fall Apart)
As I relax in Inchydoney
you encounter a real life
Twenty four hours later
First published by HeadStuff.org
(After ‘To Any Dead Officer’ by Siegfried Sassoon)
In memoriam: J.J.J.
Well, how are things in Heaven?
Are there quarrels amongst the shades?
Have you met Robert Tressell
How many others have you met
And how fares William Blake who was
Do those who died poor, genius or not,
Oh, if only the ways of Heaven, Hell and
First published in ‘Boyne Berries 1916’ special edition literary journal commemorating the centenary of the 1916 Rising published by Boyne Writers Group in Spring 2016;
Video recording of the poet reading Shades at the launch of Boyne Berries 1916 in Trim, Co. Meath in March 2016 – https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B0WlfOxmvrkyLUZUMU5OZzdGbUE/view
In memoriam Aylan (Alan) Kurdi
We walked on the beach, heads down,
These young urchins washed
First published in Issue #3 Picaroon Poetry, July 2016; Editor: Kate Garrett
The poet reading Young Urchins as part of the invited Ó Bhéal Closed Mic event during the Cork Winter Warmer Poetry Festival, November 2016 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z8sb-iF951Q
Do not prune the roses said Vita Sackville-West,
The rose metamorphosed in Istanbul
Do not prune the roses said Vita Sackville-West.
First published in Boyne Berries 20: Autumn 2016, Editor: Orla Fay; Published by Boyne Writers Group [ISSN: 1649-9271]
After Derek Mahon’s translation of the poem ‘L’ignorant’ by French poet Philippe Jaccottet.
My hair shows a hint of grey.
Garden of weeds, mint, parsley, sage, oregano.
Surrounded by computers talking in bits.
A swing returns to my garden
First published by Stanzas in Stanzas – Ekphrasia August Chapbook MMXVI;
Video recording of the author reading Seeds at the launch of the Ekphrasia Chapbook in August 2016 in Limerick – https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mxugA4iXJ8k&feature=youtu.be
Father to Daughter
For Rafiq Kathwari
Do you realise there is a war
Used to being stopped
Sounds of war do not
An Arab friend gently plucks
High fashion – hand made
Five women dressed in black
A letter goes astray to Tehran
“Rosa” and other poems are © Bernadette Gallagher.
|Bernadette Gallagher, one of eight children, was born by the seaside in Donegal in 1959 and now lives on a hillside in County Cork. At 22 years of age she accepted an offer of a job in Baghdad where she lived and worked for 2 years. Ever since she has had a special affinity with the people of the Middle East. While working full time Bernadette studied for a B.Sc. in Information Technology and an M.Sc. in Internet Systems and continues to work full time now as a project manager.
Bernadette Gallagher has been writing a personal journal for many years and her poetry has been published in print in Boyne Berries, Ropes 2016 and Stanzas, and online at HeadStuff.org, Picaroon Poetry and The Incubator Journal.
On most Monday evenings Bernadette reads at the Open Mic during the Ó Bhéal Weekly Poetry event in Cork.