Cloister

Excerpts, Green Trees, Indie Author, 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.

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

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13 thoughts on “Cloister”

  7. I hear you, Robbie. I honestly think community living isn’t a good thing. I grew up with that fear; it’s not easy to get out of its grip. Ah, maybe I should write a poem about that. Hmmm . . .

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