Blessed Longing

by Goethe, translated by John O’Donohue Tell no-one else, only the wise,For the crowd will sneer at once.I wish to praise what is fully alive,What longs to flame towards death. When the calm enfolds the love-nightsThat created you, where you have createdA feeling from the Unknown steals over youWhile the tranquil candle burns. You remainContinue reading “Blessed Longing”

Every Day

Do not waste a breakdown She says Through pages that never Called to me before For weeks I have been breaking down Transforming Painfully Into something new Being both born And the one giving birth Being both killed And the one delivering death I am Changing And Mourning This life I haven’t Started yet ButContinue reading “Every Day”

#33 healing poetry; dust-mote demons

In the hazy summer light,I fight, I fightGentle demons that onceVisited me at nightNow, they hitch rideson dust motesand oh – what a sightwhat a sightdemons turn toangels – mid-flight.I fight, I fighttheir handsclutching atmy heart.Tearing apartFrom the dark –I start, I startTo sing a lullabyI knew long agoNow the flowersBegin to sway Their petalsAreContinue reading “#33 healing poetry; dust-mote demons”

There’s A Moment When…

There’s a moment when, The wind rushes through my hair, I’m walking and then, The water ripples with strange dreams, I’ve only ever seen, In my sleep There’s a moment when, I grasp a pen, and sweat I feel But can’t see, stops me thinking The words get jammed at the nib, And I’m notContinue reading “There’s A Moment When…”

Swirling Skirts

She wore three skirtsIt seemed the airLifted her higher Sheets of fabricRustled against her skinReminding her how thin Life wasWithout danceAnd subtle movement In a tranceShe heard violinsBreak the dawn She had crafted from dreamsThat settled in her chestThe night before And as the stars began to singShe settled inAnd woke up The dream siftedContinue reading “Swirling Skirts”

I Love You

In the ground I grind outA beat with my teethThrough my feet The earth reverberatesOr is it meControlling how the dirt Eats my stampingWhen I feel I’m dancingIn the stone hearth Of a forest We cut downYears ago Like my heartstringsIt’s strong and steadyBut frayed After years of untanglingDetangling, unravelingI sit In the sticky messContinue reading “I Love You”

Encounter by Czeslaw Milosz

We were riding through frozen fields in a wagon at dawn.A red wing rose in the darkness. And suddenly a hare ran across the road.One of us pointed to it with his hand. That was long ago. Today neither of them is alive,Not the hare, nor the man who made the gesture. O my love,Continue reading “Encounter by Czeslaw Milosz”

Twin Touch

I touched you brieflyTonightA whisperSoul to soulWhich reached youIn time forYou toMove on. Twins once, twins forever. I was asked to remember youAnd bubbling joy came to my mindFingers outreachedThough I never knew youIn this time Twins once, twins forever. I love that you protected meIn some spiritual wayThat I can’t put words toBut theContinue reading “Twin Touch”

Fish & Chips & God

*Trigger warning, this story has content that may be unsuitable for those under 18. *A short-story that I never did get to submit to a Bloomsbury competition. This piece, like everything on LughLana, is protected under Copyright law. The plasticine ward smelled like oldness and sickness. It inspired that peculiar sense of contempt that oneContinue reading “Fish & Chips & God”

#13 healing poetry; I bought Jasmine when I heard that you had died

If I arise tomorrow, And forget that your soul Left this place, a long time ago, Would the wind stop beating at windows? They are streaked with rain and pollen clusters, fidgeting bugs and dusty frames, I don’t think I have a picture of us. If I arose tomorrow, If the sunlight lifted in particles,Continue reading “#13 healing poetry; I bought Jasmine when I heard that you had died”