The Paganpoetrypages.com (The PPP) is proud to announce its latest poetry competition, to celebrate the launch of the first anthology of The PPP on May 1st (Bealtine) 2009.
Pagan Paeans is a wonderful collection of poetry from the satirical and comic to the deeply spiritual.
How to enter:
On www.paganpoetrypages.com in the members forum, we've posted two images as inspiration - all you have to do is look and write a poem. The best , most original take on it wins! Just go to the section marked PPP competitions and follow the instructions on how to post an entry.
The winner will recieve a great prize; a £20 gift voucher for Amazon and a free copy of Pagan Paeans, the first PPP anthology (out May 1st!)
If you are not already a member, just register, it's free and very easy to do!
If you have any queries please email ppp @ anfianna.com.
Pagan Paeans is published by PPP publications and will be available through Cafepress.com or for Irish members details of purchasing directly from the PPP will be posted on site
Thursday 26 March 2009
The Paganpoetrypages.com is proud to announce its latest poetry competition.
We've posted two images as inspiration - all you have to do is look and write a poem. The best , most original take on it wins!
Launching the Pagan Paeans Anthology
The winner will recieve a great prize; a £20 gift voucher for Amazon.co.uk/Amazon.com and a free copy of [b]Pagan Paeans, the first PPP anthology (out May 1st!)
Please post your entries in the PPP site, in the section "PPP competitions". If you are not already a member, just register, it's free and very easy to do! www.paganpoetrypages.com
If you have any queries please email ppp @ anfianna.com
Pagan Paeans will be available from Cafepress.com May 1st 2009
Saturday 21 March 2009
The Psalms of Living
I. I dwell in your heart
I dwell in your heart, child
the old woman told me,
I have no other home.
There are places I have laid my head
but they were not home.
I live in the way you laugh
in the things that make you cry
in the days you have not yet lived,
in the nights still to come;
I inhabit these places, waiting.
In your dreams I reach out
in your hopes I find strength
in your memory I am fed, sweetly
You hear me in your own voice
and are comforted.
Geraldine Moorkens Byrne
Saturday 7 March 2009
He said: Seeing you again
was strange; in a way
I was not sure you existed without me.
Tthat you have a life, a home, friends
that you breathe and speak and think
without my observing, I find odd.
I often think of that now; that space
between intimacy and loss. I have
lost friends and that abyss hurts.
I wonder if they too assume
knowledge, privilege of being current;
or if they feel absence.
I hoard memories and replay
them. They fade despite constant
retouching until only outlines remain.
When I am old, if I make old bones
I will no longer be sure who said
what and whose feat that was.
You cannot leave stories half way
it's too hard to be a main character
without remaining in the plot.
He said he thought I stopped
frozen by his inattention; I did not.
I thrived and grew and moved