Threads of Silence

Threads of Silence

Darkness,

An empty house,

I dream the past

into a deep sleep,

On awakening

My subconscious mind

Relive the sounds

of the family home.

Banging doors,

Toilet flushing,

Radio blaring,

Footsteps everywhere.

Voices shouting

Hurry up with the bathroom,

Did you see my keys,

Hurry, the school bus is here,

These once familiar sounds

Now replaced by

Threads of silence.

A streak of light

Breaks through a half closed blind

Another day begins.

Blocking the silence

With everlasting memories

I watch the clock ticking away the hours.

I listen to the sounds of nature.

The husky voice of a woodpigeon coo’s

Tirelessly from the remains of a

dislodged tree house,

The rumbling noise of a plane

fades away in the distance,

The Jackdaws fighting in the chimney pot,

The continuous barking of a neighbours dog.

No banging doors

No voices from the kitchen.

Alone with the sound of memories.

Seven o’clock news,

The sun is shining

Eliminating the silence,

Nora Fleming, 14^th June, 2010

Wicklow Writers 10th Anniversary

The Wicklow Writers are celebrating 10 years of writing with the publication of an anthology. All past members are invited to join current members in this anniversary collection of poetry and prose. A mighty celebration of our achievements will be held in mid 2011.

If you have ever been a Wicklow Writer then send your piece for consideration to wicklowwriters@gmail.com. We'd love to hear from you.