#169

Ironically, it was London
where I rubbed an etching of 
Celtic design, wondering why 
the English now embrace something
so spiritually Irish.

catherinenglish 06-18-2013

#168

It is fitting that a princess of peace
is remembered by a soft flowing 
fountain, more like a stream,
rather than an overwhelming piece 
of phallic grandiose protrusion.
Rest in peace, sweet Diana.

catherinenglish 06-17-2013

#167

A torpedo sunk 
the ship that this propeller 
belonged to,
the Lusitania, sunk on 
May 7, 1915,
the U-20 hitting its target.

catherinenglish 06-16-2013

#166

Oh Liverpool,  you gave us 
so much more than the Beatles,
the art of so many talented
Irish people.

catherinenglish 06-15-2013

#165

Annie Moore must  have had a lot of faith

to take her children

in a small boat, 

across the cold Atlantic

in the midst of

storms and fear and no assurance

of making it nor a place to stay once

they arrived in America.

catherinenglish 06-14-2013

#164

I imagine my predecessors,
ancient monks, 
silent,
whispering their Psalms 
to God,
in the grandeur of this place.

catherinenglish 06-13-2013

#163

My first day in Dublin,
posing with the statue of the writer
who first introduced me to the city
with his short stories.

catherinenglish 06-12-2013