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    Fruit Rainbow Poem for Children

    Fruit Rainbow Red rosy apples are always in style, The orange satsumas fit in my hands. Yellow bananas are shaped like a smile And the green juicy grapes taste just grand. Blue little blueberries have a perfect name And indigo raisins are tiny and sweet, The round, violet plums are part of the game, So eat the fruit rainbow, it’s a healthy treat! ©Bernie Delaney The Poem I must miss teaching my little 4 and 5 year old children more than I realised. Fruit Rainbow is a poem written for young children. It includes all the colours of the rainbow in order and associates each one with a particular fruit.…

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    Ice Drop: Poem

    Ice Drop In the cold depths of winter, The frozen snow Holds close and deep The secrets entrusted It to keep.   On a thawing day in spring, A shiver of sunshine Touches the snow, Shakes loose an ice drop With its’ glow.   A single moment in suspense, A lifetime in the waiting. Ice drop melts, falls, Splashes in tears, Exposes all.       ©Bernie Delaney Notes on Ice Drop Poem: You can see a larger version of the image by clicking on it, or you can view on flickr. Other poems: Anchored to the Past                        …

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    Halloween Banshee Poem for Children

      Halloween  Lone Banshee Silently Emerges from Behind the shadows, Watching you, stalking you, Preparing to pounce on you. Shivers of fear run down your back, You sense the threat of looming attack… Shrieks split the night, it’s no Halloween prank! The Banshee “Growing up I heard many stories of grown Irish men and women scuttling off across fields and jumping over ditches (our natural greenery such as trees and plants that separate one field from another) if they thought they heard the Irish Banshee’s lonesome, mournful keening resounding throughout their farm. ” Mary Kelly Godley   The tale of the Banshee has a special place in Irish mythology and its’ origins…

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    Anchored to the Past: Poem

      Anchored to the Past Anchored to the past, Where shadow hunters stalk the air and sea, There is no escape , no sanctuary. Squawking seabirds, stinging jellyfish, A lone shark looming large Baiting its’ next blood-soaked feast, All await in the ocean of yesterday. Fight or flight to freedom? The mind is trapped in sunken time, Its’ anchor well secured. Free? How can one be free When the captors are shadows And the rusting chains of yesterday Shackle victims below.   ©Bernie Delaney   Notes: This is an updated version of a poem, based on a picture of an anchored shipwreck, Donegal , that I’ve been working on recently.…

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    Poetry: The Window

    The Window You opened a window on your world And a sudden rush of sea breeze Tossed my hair, touched my face, Brought the taste of sea salt in its’ wake. And I could hear your footsteps On the rocky path, Winding their way Precariously Round the craggy headland. Could see with your eyes The misty morning colours, Sea and sky blended from soft pastels, A peaceful palette, a gentle awakening. You smiled and asked me in. But I could only stand transfixed, Trapped in my own world On the other side Of the window.   ©Bernie Delaney     The Photograph Click on image to see a larger version…