I Will Bury You I will bury you with wisdom Bury you with pearls Wrap you in a peaty earth That kisses every curl. I will take your body, warm still, Bury you with grace Clothe you with the darkness moist Reflected in your face. I will carry you inside me Bury you with pain Wake you in the smallest times And bring you back again. A Little Bit of Ireland "You're my little bit of Ireland" that's what you used to say and from my eyes fall teardrops that taste of Irish clay for I feel my life a mountain that rises from a sea of Irish songs and memories that wash you back to me. The Sweetest Taste The sweetest taste I ever knew, a honeyed kiss to me from you. Believe me when I cry in pain, calling you, your eyes aflame, believe your heart as I turn grey ... you mock my dying but I may, I may. This gentle bleed, bleeds silently, slips slowly amber, quietly, petrified I bleed, I bleed ... and still you turn away. The sweetest taste I ever knew, a farewell kiss from me to you. Happy Birthday to me ... Thursday's child has far to go How far she's gone, I don't yet know But all the roadsigns seem to say She started well, then lost her way. Open Wounds When I heard him open words Lay them at the door Say "I'm sorry for the noise, We shan't make any more"... I thought of how my father Created lies from pain and air, Would tell the neighbours "Nothings up, In love, all war is fair"... I thought of how my daddy Broke my mother's pride How he bruised her in and out Till all the fight had died.... When I felt him open wounds, Drag me 'cross the floor I wanted to but couldn't cry "I shan't take anymore ..." All poems courtesy of and copyrighted © Elizabeth Gallagher... Check out... The Gallagher Clan
A Little Bit of Ireland "You're my little bit of Ireland" that's what you used to say and from my eyes fall teardrops that taste of Irish clay for I feel my life a mountain that rises from a sea of Irish songs and memories that wash you back to me.
The Sweetest Taste The sweetest taste I ever knew, a honeyed kiss to me from you.
Believe me when I cry in pain, calling you, your eyes aflame, believe your heart as I turn grey ... you mock my dying but I may, I may.
This gentle bleed, bleeds silently, slips slowly amber, quietly, petrified I bleed, I bleed ... and still you turn away.
The sweetest taste I ever knew, a farewell kiss from me to you.
Happy Birthday to me ... Thursday's child has far to go How far she's gone, I don't yet know But all the roadsigns seem to say She started well, then lost her way.
Open Wounds
When I heard him open words Lay them at the door Say "I'm sorry for the noise, We shan't make any more"...
I thought of how my father Created lies from pain and air, Would tell the neighbours "Nothings up, In love, all war is fair"...
I thought of how my daddy Broke my mother's pride How he bruised her in and out Till all the fight had died....
When I felt him open wounds, Drag me 'cross the floor I wanted to but couldn't cry "I shan't take anymore ..."
All poems courtesy of and copyrighted © Elizabeth Gallagher...
Check out...
The Gallagher Clan
