Premier Writing: Fiona O’Shaughnessy

Premier Writing showcases poetry, essays and short fiction by new and emerging Irish writers. This week’s featured poet is Fiona O’Shaughnessy from Thurles.

Poetry

Remembering

Remembering back to moments in time.
When all felt so peaceful, all was just fine.
Wonderful memories of a life gone by.
Childhood, teens, adult now, how the years fly.

Remembering times, long in the past.
We always feel, these good times, they’ll last.
But when Grief comes and knocks at your door.
You feel like you’ll never feel peace any more.

Like flames of a fire, the sadness consumes.
Bust as they say, time, it heals all wounds.

Tears that have fallen, wet cheeks, even swollen.
Thoughts of loved ones gone by.
Family, friends.
It’s hard not to cry.

But remembering now with a gracious smile.
To have loved and been loved all the years of my life.

These memories now are like treasure and gold.
Deep in my heart I will closely hold.

Sinè

I Am

I am the whisper in the wind that blows.
I am the bird as she flies and soars.
I am the stillness, the quiet in your heart.
I am the stars of the astrological chart.
I am the sunlight that shines so bright.
I am the moon in the sky at night.
I am the tides, the waves that can reach great height.

I am the music that sings to your soul.
I am the powerful gallop of the horse and her foal.
I am the magic in the ancient tales.
I am the weaver at one with the Fae.

Deep into your bones.
You feel it, you know.
This world full of wonder that pushes you to grow.
To your full potential of all you can be.
I am the great mystery.
I am you and you are me.

Warmongers

Oh you of little faith.
So full of anger, rage and hate.
Darkness pours from your heart.
You and evil are not so far apart.
You hold yourself in high regard.
But I.
I see straight through your facade.

Embers of destruction burn within your soul.
To completely eradicate peace on earth seems to be main goal.

Oh you warmongers.
So full of greed.
Putting guns in the hands of others to fulfill your selfish need.

You will not harden my faith in humanity with your infliction of this insanity.

May you feel what you reap.
May you reap what you deceitfully sow.
I have a wish upon you.
When your time is no more.
May fire greet you in the hells below.

About the author:

Fiona O’Shaughnessy began writing poetry as a teenager, and is a member of Thurles Poetry Group – where the encouragement, kindness, and friendships made have reignited her creativity. Fiona grew up in Loughtagalla, and lives in Sean Treacy Avenue, Thurles.

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