This projected connected us in a time of isolation. A lot of people started speaking about their own experiences with poverty as well as mental health and it just showed that no matter who you are and where you’re from – we are all one, we are all equal and we all have experiences that are difficult, although for some the struggle is much harder. We must come together to end poverty and achieve equality and justice for all!
I enter this race, unwillingly.
You’re policies have put me in the Goblet of Fire without my consent.
The screeching sound of the starting siren rises but it does not fall.
This is a complex game of cat and mouse and in the wilderness I feel small.
Like a tiny ant caught in the Southern sands of the Sahara desert.
Lost in the tide – I go unnoticed by the hardened Earth that surrounds me.
I am so tired of running, yet I cannot stop.
This siren burns in my ear like the constant lies of those in power.
The conflicting sounds of both help and death.
Whilst fear shatters hope and hate shatters love –
War shatters Peace.
Until the siren stops and I am finally left,
Sometimes I feel like I’m drowning
In a fish tank full of other peoples dreams
And shattered hopes
Trying to find solace
In a see through globe made out of glass –
Where onlookers stare and whisper
As if they have never seen a fish like me before
Gawping at my tender body
Pointing fingers at my flaws
Tip-tapping on the window to my little, fairy home
Feeding me with spoon after spoonful
Of food – not for thought
I begin to feel like a dolphin at sea-world
Gasping for air whilst trying to breathe
Blowing bubbles – waiting to burst
When all I want to do
Is to stay calm –
And float on my own –
Like a precious mermaid
Deep in the rainbow waves of the sea.
Bless Me Pharma
by Pat O Gormans
For I fear Covid
It’s been two weeks
Since my first injection
I chatted to my neighbour over the wall
I had handy men in the house
My wife and I shopped together
I don’t wash my hands often enough
I hugged my grandkids
I confess it’s not a cod
The threat is real and imminent
So I’ll make a better effort
To obey HSE, NIAC, NPHET;
Leaked government guidelines;
And not get caught……..
Or maybe I’ll just go on!
‘But I can’t go on like this’;
Breathe, while I can sir
Lend a hand, if I can sir
Make a change, when I can sir
And don’t talk about
Covid, climate or cancer
It’s the Eve of Bealtine
by Pat O Gormans
Pink wispy clouds drift eastwards
Pausing at sunset in awe
Drawn westward against the wind
That gradually erases them
Lower darker clouds
Hide the setting sun
That appears ablaze
On their crests
Darkness falls slowly
The remaining wisps
Set off east again