Colours of the NorthA Poem by Vanessa WhiteleyImages repeat through my mind like songs sung in old, dark beamed bars where toucans deck cream coloured stones. Here are lakes; misted mountains; glimmer of after rain; snatches of rainbows. Yet Irelands North seems a patchwork of Union Jacks
Images repeat through my mind like songs
sung in old, dark beamed bars where toucans deck cream coloured stones. Here are lakes;
misted mountains; glimmer of after rain;
snatches of rainbows. Yet Ireland’s North
seems a patchwork of Union Jacks and Tricolours. The green as natural as leaves and grass, to me, the red like blood on Belfast and Derry streets. © 2009 Vanessa WhiteleyReviews
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4 Reviews Added on May 31, 2009 AuthorVanessa WhiteleyBristol, EnglandAboutBorn in 1560 in Stratford-upon-Avon. I have a passion for writing but my parents wanted me to marry early. I ran away from home to see if I could make my fortune in London as my older brother had d.. more..Writing
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