Sketching in Ireland

Stories and poems about falling in lurrve, once again, during my 14 month courtship in Ireland by the man I could have married 28 years before.  

Koffee Korner Kafé

Rows of Midleton houses seem to move in the crisp, Irish air with branches of hundred- year-old trees, bared for winter cold, age- weighted, meander...
Cherry

Milk-Money Door

Milk-Money Door bright daffodil day embarrassed parents redundancy stamped stand silent in the queue for dole in happy sunshine teleworkers gathering...

Red Lipstick

Standing in reverence of a mighty giant his Nobel words remembered, this fan notes exaggerated bat-like shoulders enhance his thoughtful gaze -...

ReUnion

stepping softly you trod the path to my front door never rang the bell played favourite songs over and over until senses on overload surrounded by...

Turning The Page

You were focussed on study so I waited peeking through the crack watched you turn a page rushed to kiss you quick. I twirled to leave let you get...
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