A Dark St. Patrick’s Day. A poem by Bernadette Hayden

Still streets empty with lingering coughing.
As stall sellers pack up their livelihood and cover their faces.

Brightness from ambulance flashes,
As azure lights dampen the air.
Mary’s apparition, as people salute the grotto,
A revised faith.

As citizens stand in queues,
PVC hands clamped around trolley handles, ready to move.

Statistics becoming next door neighbours and holiday destinations.

A community renewed in the face of crisis.


An English teacher from Waterford, trying her hand at a bit of poetry.

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