Tuesday, March 31, 2015

THE GIRL WITH NO NAME






THE GIRL WITH NO NAME

The tramp was hungry, so didn't come late;
Filled by curiosity, she could no longer wait.
Arriving in style with the simplest of clothes;
Perfectly coiffed and manicured toes.
Eyes already dancing; she takes in the room
Barely 20 minutes from her mother's womb.   


Maureen Walsh March 31st - 2015

For Brian and Bridget on the birth of their little girl!







Ciao for now!

Tuesday, March 17, 2015

THE NOWHERE DOOR






THE NOWHERE DOOR


Painted with promises of blues and greens
And in the cracks, dreams are glued....as it leans.
At no one's behest, door was unhinged
As storms' beasts, upon it's secrets binged.
There was once a time. it opened only for gold
Carpets for lovers, and tales from the old.
Monster in hearth spawned cackling daughters;
Thrusting forth swords of lustful slaughter;
Behind a stage shared by bards and kings alike.
Then later, through their hearts, a polished spike;
Directed by jealousy towards the thinking mind;
Humanity and reason; mercenaries never find.
Scoundrels came calling and claimed for themselves
Silvery words, lying hidden on shelves.
Their worth not seen; a funeral pyre built;
Flamingos on fire, and waterfalls spilled.
Journals of travellers lay wasted in ash;
As too, did girls in white satin sash.

Nailed to dreams, The Nowhere Door leans;
Painted with promises of blues and greens.







Maureen Walsh - St.Patrick's Day 2015




Happy St. Patrick's Day to all!



Ciao for now!