Thursday, 23 September 2021

One Poem by Margaret Kiernan

 



Forked Tongues-

Hazel nuts on Canal walkways.

 

You never said it was sacred, that you divined with its forked tongue

Searched out water veins in rocks and soil

From the gods of myth, lore, other ancient things .

                                                                                                                                                         

Self-seeded boughs thrive along the canal laneway

Perhaps from chewed feasts when travellers on their journey

ate their fill, dropped some for the un-seen?

 

From the season of buttercups, time has ripened

Sweetened hardened to ambered gold,

Shelled kernels tumble out.

 

The salmon ate the knowledge it is said

From Hazel nuts in the rivers, life, paths and

Seasons unfold, to return renewed.




Margaret Kiernan -    writes fiction, non-fiction essay, memoir, and poetry. She has had poetry and prose published in e-book, in anthology collections, and literary   journals and magazines - including, Black-lion Press, Pendemic.ie journal-C19 collection , archived at University College  Dublin, The Blue Nib Lit - Journal , The Write Life Magazine, Unity Global Festival,  Vox Galvia at the Galway Advertiser,  A New Ulster Literary Press, The Burrow Lit. Journal, Poet-Head.Wordpress.com,  Lothlorien Poetry Journal, The Galway Review and The Irish Canadian Cultural Newsmagazine, New Brunswick.

She writes with Over the Edge, Thursday writing/reading group at Galway Arts Centre, and, Ox Mountain Poets, Sligo.

She is listed in the Index of Contemporary Women Poets in Ireland, 2020. 

She holds several Educational qualifications, Including a Degree in Arts in Humanities, from Sligo IT.

Her background is in Advocacy in Human and Social Rights.

Margaret has completed numerous courses and workshops in writing, for prose and poetry.

Margaret has four grown-up children. She lives in Westmeath with her dog Molly. She is a landscape painter. Is into Nature, walking, gardening, music, and heritage. She is working towards a First collection in Poetry.

Social Media-

Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/margaretgibbonskiernan/@kiernanmargaret

Facebook: http://facebook.com/margaret.kiernan

1 comment:

  1. Enter nature's cycle poetically flowing with seasonal shift, along waterways rich in grand myth accompanied by each of us.

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