Half lived lives: equal years in each.
Only St. Anthony’s angels can tell where.
Dreamsick for a past.
Another country, real and imagined.
Child of the tides, living the moon’s pull.
Midnight skinny dipping under
cradling skies of blue velvet.
Starlit water and gull’s cries.
Sailing far from those shores.
Under the watchful stone eye
of St. Brendan the Navigator.
Tides’ movement as clock.
The journey inside another’s head.
Childhood’s landscapes, crystalline.
Salt spray taste, the evening blue.
So real in the midst of daily duty.
Barbara O’Donnell was born in West Cork in 1975, and currently resides in London. She works at a major London teaching hospital and writes in her spare time. Barbara has not yet published any poetry. You can find her blog here: https://barbaraodonnell.wordpress.com