Daffodil on Waking
written by: Joyce Butler
@joycebwriter
A light rain kissed my face even though my head was bowed low at the nape.
I couldn’t look up, my sisters neither, we still had yet to greet each other.
A cold frightening winter of strange winds blowing us about, determined to shake us through our roots leaving us dying of a stabbing frost.
But March brought a more forgiving sun so we held hands again, raising our heads out from worry and fear.
Now, we look into the sun’s ranging eyes again.
Joyce Butler is from Waterford, Ireland. She's been writing for the last fifteen years. Since 2021 she's had several articles on writers and writing published by The Irish Times. In October 2024, she participated in four online workshops with poet John Fitzgerald, through The Gallery Press. Her poem 'From a Register of Sick Calls - attended to by the Clergy in July and August, 1922 during the Siege of Waterford' was accepted by Poetry as Commemoration for their Dublin City Centre Poetry Jukebox, installed in the grounds of the Irish Museum of Modern Artform November 2023 - April 2024. She's had short stories published by The Galway Review and the Atlantis Short Story Competition. She's had poems published by Spillwords.com, the Tigermoth Review Ecojournal and Scottish Street Lit Mag, Razur Cuts.
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
