| #1 The Vigil #2 Ecstacy #3 Forever #4 Homeland #5 No Title #6 Mo Chuisle #7 Orange and Green |
Short Bio of Maggie Cusik
I have been a lover of poetry since I was a child.
Nothing pleases me more than a blank sheet of paper
and a pen as I wander the mountains and glens of
home, which are mainly my source of inspiration. To
read other poets is especially inspiring. I have a
problem with critique, afraid of hurting feelings. Poetry
should encompass all walks of life, love, war,
everything one can think of. Without poetry there
would be a large gap in my life.
Maggie Cusick.
County Mayo, Ireland
I have been a lover of poetry since I was a child.
Nothing pleases me more than a blank sheet of paper
and a pen as I wander the mountains and glens of
home, which are mainly my source of inspiration. To
read other poets is especially inspiring. I have a
problem with critique, afraid of hurting feelings. Poetry
should encompass all walks of life, love, war,
everything one can think of. Without poetry there
would be a large gap in my life.
Maggie Cusick.
County Mayo, Ireland
| The Vigil The soughing wind echoes your call from that far place. Birds sigh dolefully, trees tremble my heart fades. You will return in a black shiny garment I will garland you in roses of the land you adore. The earth will open to receive your youthful splendour, covered lightly until my call comes to lie with you until our bones meld as one. © Maggie Cusick |
| Ecstasy I want to hold you so much closer feel your breath through every pore thrill to exploring fiery fingers brush gossamer lips, opening as the bud of a rose explode together in an eruption of ecstasy. To share eternity in your arms. © Maggie Cusick |
| Forever No moon tonight. No stars. Only darkness mingling with my thoughts of you holding her. loving her, whispering thistledown promises. How long does forever last? Pink stains the morning sky, the last pill gone, no one to mourn as I leave darkness behind for a brighter tomorrow. © Maggie Cusick |
| Homeland I wish I were in my homeland peaceful mountains and dells, I was taken from tilling to killing in a land I can’t even spell. they say that some are friendly all look the same on foot I will have to ask sergeant which are the one’s we should shoot? Death comes creeping towards us disguised in mantle of man we don’t stand a chance in this macabre dance choking in dust and sand I wish I were back In my homeland beautiful valleys and glens I have this awful feeling I’ll never be there again. © Maggie Cusick |
| Orange And Green They were naïve to think that love would overcome everything in this bigoted land where orange and green are an unnatural blend. No longer her father’s daughter, Snubbed by all, they walked together on the road of scorn and reprisals. We dwell in a cave where my mother gave me life. Poison from bullets in his knees took my father. When I was grown, almost four we travelled with our darling tinker who, my mother said, had saved us. He said he was blue. © Maggie Cusick |
| Mo Chuisle Mo chuisle pulse of my soul you still my heart with a sigh sky darkens when you’re not near. No more will I hear your soft sweet tone, you were carried away to foreign soil gone now from your own native land, to live or die. I will welcome you back in the hush of springtime by God’s grace, my sweet árun. © Maggie Cusick |
