‘Restless’ and ‘New Home’ by Angela O’Connor


In the dream he’d been watching

not listening

Always the same time of day

 And once he was even drifting

In a land far far away

Wondering out loud if

He’d touched her, tasted her

Precious few reasons to give

Waking with a silent self-despair.


New Home

The wall is cool to touch,

Uneven solid and tall.

How many souls have rested here,

Laughed, cried and died.


Many stories held within mortar

Now, mine too lays its foundation

A crack here, peeling there

My home, my body, my soul