|PPEEach night I said my prayers
my Guardian Angel by my side,
seagulls cried, forsaken souls in Purgatory,
soot-black crows cawed demons out from hell
and hell was near and full of fire.
In the dark
my Guardian Angel minded me.
He was white, with wings.
I do not now when I lost him.
He was my friend, held my hand
He was there that day
He did not trouble me between the pages
I miss him these times.
ALL THE TIME IN THE WORLD
I take my coffee to the garden
I have sunshine, Heaney’s poems
Facetime, Houseparty, What’sApp
wren are busy in the ivy, a ladybird
I have cake with purple icing
so why am I crying?
|Sighle Meehan lives in Galway and attends Kevin Higgins’ writing workshops. Her poetry has been published in magazines and anthologies including Poetry Ireland Review, Fish Anthology, The Stinging Fly, Skylight 47, Crannóg, Best British and Irish Poets 2019 (Eyewear), and Universal Oneness (New Delhi).|