“Cloister”

Excerpts, Indie Author, Irish literature, poetry 1 Minute

Some days, I wish I’d been a nun

Cloistered, curtained by the hanging

Green of trees. pale apple green,

Serene cloak. Measured days and nights

Paced from hour to praying hour

No pride no lust no greed no lies

No loss no gain no pain no strife

But peace, pale apple green, serene

Soft poultice on the quick of life.

amazon.com/author/elizabethmerry

@elizabethmerry1

Published by Pink Roses

"We All Die in the End", (now with 5 star reviews on Goodreads and Amazon) is available in both paperback and ebook editions on Amazon. The book is an unusual collection of interlinked stories set in a small town on the Co Down coast. Some are grim, some deal with abusive relationships but there's a lot of dark humour here, and joy too. 16 of the 19 tales have been previously published in literary magazines, or have been broadcast, or both. I am currently working on a collection of poetry "The Red Petticoat". I can be contacted here at WordPress or at the links below: twitter @elizabethmerry1 amazon.com/author/elizabethmerry elizabethmerry51@gmail.com

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