A collection of poems inspired by the experience of Irish women during tbe second world war.
The Crossing
From our outpost we tiptoed
across this green divide
rifles in hand.
A ragged allied force
sleep walking this unknown land
we marched on,
hoping to smell
the sweet scent of summer.
Fields pockmarked by war
stood before us.
Bloodied and betrayed
empty shells littered the scorched ground.
A soft light flickered through
as we retraced our steps
on the relentless road
of an unnerving peace.
(Published in the 68th D Day anniversary and CITN 95)
Bunnacurry Poet 