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An Irish Curse

Ger White·November 29, 2024

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An Irish Curse

written by: Ger White

They said ‘twill pass this hopelessness
I live with every day
In arms safe and warm is where I belong
In hillsides so far away

The smell of her breast, her sweet caress
Brought life to my body daily
Sweet humming airs, perfumed with care
Combined our heartbeats playfully.

We walked long grass, held hands tight and fast
Shared smells, and noises and banter
Played with squirrels, ran in fresh drills
Lived for sharing and laughter

Then sickness you lurked and our lives you cursed
I’ll not rest till you’re rotted and smothered
You plundered and took, and my world you shook
You cost me the loss of my mother!

May you rot and decay wherever you lay
May you never again know gladness
You are banished! You sick and decaying prick
You may never revisit my planet!!

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Ger White - (Gerardine) grew up in West of Ireland. She inherited the skill of poetic rhyme from parents and writes to give continuity of traditional ways and for fun. She is published in Clarendon House Publications - Poetica Series, Sweetycat Press publications, Linden Press publications, Impspired publications. And her work appears in over 22 Anthologies. Her first book “Newspapers on the Floor, Poems on Irish Traditional ways” Amazon. Her second book “Celtic Visions – Poems from the Celtic World” Amazon and all bookshops.

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A textbook example of nominative determinism, Lou Storey has always been a storyteller, a fact well illustrated in his art and in his writing. His careers have reflected that as well, first as a creator of idea-based exhibitions for museums, and later as a psychotherapist employing narrative therapies. His art and his writing share qualities of rich texture and detail, examining our capacity to be absurd while allowing a measure of forgiveness for our foibles. Storey and his husband Steve retired in 2021 and moved from New Jersey to Savannah Georgia. “We love everything about Savannah, it is like a city that looks like a park and thinks it’s a small town. Best of all, we can grow bananas in the backyard!”

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