1.Tied by mortal feet
to an inland place,
I would be one of
Lir’s unhappy swans
blown across the wintry
straits of Moyle
This bland wind has
no taste, no smell.
It sweeps down fiercely
from the hills
and knocks the heads
off blooms already dead.
Landscape | from MINUS ONE
Published by Pink Roses
I live in Dublin in Ireland and raised a family here. I'm retired now, from work, and from parenting, although grandchildren are huge in my life. There are many beautiful river walks right beside where I live, which is reflected in the poetry and haikus that I write. I also take a lot of photographs on my phone. I'm not a photographer at all but I love to capture trees and plants in various weathers. In 2020 I published a collection of interlinked short stories - "We All Die in the End" which is available from Amazon in paperback and on kindle. The reviews on Amazon and Goodreads are very good, which is encouraging. Earlier this year I published a collection of poetry, "Minus One", which, more or less, charts my life from childhood through to old age. It is also available from Amazon in both formats. And finally, two children's books, "Felix Finds Out", and "Ghosts in Trouble" have just been uploaded to Amazon in both formats as well. Suitable for children 8-11. elizabethmerry51@gmail.com @elizabethmerry1 on Twitter @elizabethmerry on Instagram https://www.amazon.co.uk/Elizabeth-Merry/e/B087NSPN1W/ref=ntt_dp_epwbk_0 View all posts by Pink Roses
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I particuarly like the wind metaphor in this poem, very powerful.
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This is very beautiful, Elizabeth.
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