MOMENT OF THE NIGHT
In this homeless moment of the night,
Missing someone whom I do not know,
My ears wander through the indifferent air
Seeking the soft rhythmic breeze
Of the human breath of another.
Vanquished, my soul surrenders - cries out -
“Oh, stars of heaven come down and lie with me;
Motherly moon baptize me with your streams of
Sequined redeeming light.
Keeper of the winds, restrain the unsettling chatter
Of the leaves and for the sake of the stars
That share my sheets, let us lie in peace.”
by McKenna Byrne
I FIND A DEAD ROSE BENEATH THE LINDEN TREE
This rose was stolen, swept off by wind and rain;
August took her with a deep and hungry kiss
That took her sweet breath away but at the end
She held her fragrance from death as roses will.
I believe I could go from your love like that;
Being kissed into shadow with my dying breath;
Falling past sharp thorns while whispering of love
But what would remain after your love was gone,
What eternal hold against the rake of death?
None but the vanishing dust of vain regret
That underneath this fragrant linden tree
You sat with someone else and not with me.
by McKenna Byrne
TILL WE HAVE FACES
We covered our faces in fear,
And, our hearts opened,
We kept ourselves a grave apart,
Six feet to remind us of what we fear,
Connected now by virtual intimacy
We brave the isolation,
Our hands hidden from touch
Reach out to a host of solitary souls,
Ritually washing, cleansing the flesh,
All of us grieving the loss of fellowship,
As we wait for the day till we have faces.
By Terence Boyle
TODAY I SAW A NURSE
Today I saw a nurse. Dressed head to toe in blue. A mask a gown and some gloves too. Fearlessly working for me and you.
She moved from bed to bed. Tirelessly doing all her checks but even in the midst of c chaos her kind words to me had great effect.
She said I’m here beside you, please do not despair. This helped calm me down as my lungs gasped for air.
No visitors can come to me .No flowers will pass my door. For Virus has come for us that make our chest, throat and head sore.
Yet there is my little Angel. Walking around the room. Looking after us all and fighting of our gloom.
I watched her hold a patient’s hand. And guide them to the light. These nurses truly understand as they’re full of courage and might.
After each one passes. She softly hides her cries.
Then takes a moment to mourn anyone who dies.
Today I saw a nurse. A mighty powerful persona hero, an angel, friend.
Helping people who have come to the end.
Today I saw a nurse. She stayed awhile beside methods when I knew this awful curse was going to come find me.
I thought of all my family outside. And those that I so loved. And felt a hand grab mine. Through a blue powdered glove.
Today I saw a nurse. She was there at the very end.
I felt the love pour from her as she held me like a friend.
So do not worry friends and family. Stay safe at home and fight.
For today I saw a nurse and the light she had was bright.
By D. Rodgers
By Randall Stephen Hall ©
Corona virus is like a mantra.
Everything you switch on
Even the buzz of your haircut
Strips away your senses
And the fences we should have been mending
Will have to wait
For future repairs
As we hesitate
To breathe in the free air
That moves about us.
A time to reflect
On what really matters
As a different perspective emerges
From the casing of social distancing.
This new butterfly of awareness.
Nations, sharing a different sensibility.
A long time coming.
I’m glad we aren’t marching down the same old roads this year
For I’m parched for something new and an all too brief sabbatical.
And I would gladly drink from the deep well of human kindness
Rather than the blind leading the blind
With an eye for an eye.
The Orange and the Green
Are fast becoming a dead auld husk
Amongst the cold stark light of this, our Corona Sun.
Like Balor’s Eye striking us down
You cannot disguise the fact that
We’ve been a bunch of stupid ejits
For far too long.
The tribal colours are briefly laid down.
But, what if we never picked them up again?
What if we resisted the resolution of hostilities
Whenever the passover has passed by?
Is there an opportunity here
To break with tradition?
The things that we don’t need call after us
As we step into a clearing of meaning.
Deers in a forest.
Have you noticed
How the birds are louder, more present?
How the sea seems closer
With the silence of the blue skies above.
It was once like this for our ancestors in the woods.
Air that felt good
With our feet close to the ground.
To be aware of every sound.
People seem more grateful now
For the simplest of greetings.
While the recognition of our names
Strain like bears in a zoo
For something more than just these four walls
When once there was the four directions.
The mantra of “Stay Home, Stay Safe”
Plagues us with these restrictions
As we watch the destruction
Of what went before.
Before all this.