Wayward Searchings

Lost and Found

Clouds Over The Comeragh Mts. Co.Waterford

I have spent most of this summer’s (substack) writing time, reading the glorious words of others and working on my ‘Letting The Words Go’ project where I have shared the pieces that I brought to last seasons in person Poetry Plus gatherings here in Carrick on Suir, Waterford.

My readings have led me to the joyous discovery of contributors to the

Caravan Writers Collective

. Their community prompt of Lost and Found, searched me out and fastened itself to my pen, So, yesterday, I indulged in the power of the prompt to see where it would take my pen. Do check out other contributions , I’m sharing just one that I loved among many. ‘Exorcising Keeps us Regular’ byThe Chapbook Whisperer Read Here

Wayward Searchings -

She lost herself in the space

Between numbers,

The sacred breath between Hello and Goodbye,

The pull and push of the tide.

Inhabiting an ‘Idir’ ¹

An elongated reality

-timeless on a slow motion

Super-charged heart beat.

Searching for herself in the clouds

Hanging low over mountains

Draped and folding into themselves

Attached and free all at once

Not drifting, not cloaked

Just There -

waiting for whatever moment that would come

-to pass

Like the vocation she lost at eleven

kneeling one Sunday morning at mass

a brief flirtation only indulged in

since she was ten and a half.

Not liking headscarves

Being reason enough to discard any ownership of it.

She put it in her Lost Box

That was already a treasure trove

of unholy truths.

Long gone.

My old leather school bag

1. ‘Idir’ - an irish word loosely translating as ‘Between’