Ruth Daly |
Ruth Daly, writer, poet, dreamer is from Athlone. She is currently studying English lit. in NUI Maynooth. She is passionate about poetry, both writing and reading. She believes in the expression of the soul through creativity.
"I took a deep breath and listened to the brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am". SP |
Sophie
‘Can we take the row-boat out today?’ eager and yearning to impress him with the deep-seated knowledge she is out of her depth A cantankerous sigh falls from his weather beaten lips but he will not assert his annoyance The two of them set off for Lough Ree, her tucked neatly between two thwarts. She heard many stories about the lake arousing intrigue and trepidation He stops the engine suggesting a swim. He smells her fear It spills from the pores of her bony body He tells her to go first knowing she will not defy him. She looks through glassy eyes as she stands on his swaying row-boat They hold hands as she carefully manoeuvres herself into the murky unknown He lets go of her elongated fingers; the fingers of a pianist he would later say She gasps for breath and they stare at one another through the cold, unadulterated silence The weeds begin to hug her bones She reaches for his hand He steers the boat away from her – the engine spluttering to life He moves further away into the distance The lake swallows her whole Ruth Daly |
The Journey
One deep lungful of air and I'm back there with you, driving through the hills of County Clare. A landscape so vast it sets the soul free. Kinvara harbour to our right, dotted gracefully with white and blue sail boats, contented in their surrounding haven of art; the still waters granting permission to stay in hibernation. We careen for a couple of miles on the unkempt Irish roads There it is to our left - a masterpiece of the skies. Each piece of scarred limestone rock fitting perfectly to make up the puzzle of the Burren. Thank you for taking me to this land where the strength of the wind carries with it the essence of spirit. Ruth Daly |
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