An Gorta Mór – The Great Hunger
written by: Joyce Butler
@joycebwriter
There’s nothing I can say to you
all light has left your young green eyes
The prátaí in the fields below are
blighted; rotten on for miles
Taking our family and our friends
the Famine Ship waits on the shore
A chara, from my empty hands
take all my prayers
I’ll take your woes
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:
Prátaí – potatoes (in Irish)
Chara – friend (in Irish)
I'm 41 years old. Mother of 2 from Waterford, Ireland. I work full-time as a Clerical Officer. I love to write poetry, micropoetry and short stories when I have time.
I was shortlisted for the Atlantis Short Story Prize 2015 and I've written the first draft of a book.
I was shortlisted for the Atlantis Short Story Prize 2015 and I've written the first draft of a book.
Latest posts by Joyce Butler (see all)
- An Gorta Mór – The Great Hunger - July 24, 2018
- Heathcliff - February 7, 2018
- Net Stockings - January 20, 2018
