Barbara Mulvey-Welsh · Poetry

the ides of me

the scent of a memory entwines my mind fleeting and fine gossamer threads lost in time ghosts slide sideways onto my path whispering regret as i sip cheap wine and dine on bitterness reunited with youthful afflictions wondering how i got to this place missing those gone repenting words not spoken contrition my companion as… Continue reading the ides of me

Barbara Mulvey-Welsh · Poetry

we, resumed

Your hand brushes my hip as you resettle yourself in sleep. It reminds me of a million tiny things. Dancing in the kitchen and restless wakeful nights. Passion and pajama parties and sharing our bed with toddlers who couldn’t sleep. Wondering if we’d ever be alone again. They’re going now. Into the wider world and… Continue reading we, resumed

Barbara Mulvey-Welsh · Poetry

dawn’s early light

The stillness of the morning surprises me. I expected more. More what, I don’t know: Fanfare, joy, heft. Something, anything, to set the day apart from all the other days. The air should be humming with excitement; instead, I find myself slightly annoyed at the chill in the air. I know it’s from the moisture… Continue reading dawn’s early light

Barbara Mulvey-Welsh · Poetry

crucible of hate

My heart is drenched in sorrow as humanity lives up to its potential of violence and ugliness. Nature —red in tooth and claw— has nothing on mans ability to inflict damage to those who don’t hew to a certain ideology. A narrow paradigm ripped from the rumblings of madmen who whisper of rewards and piety.… Continue reading crucible of hate

Barbara Mulvey-Welsh · Poetry

quiet exodus 

…and this is how they leave you. Familiar spaces littered with detritus deemed insufficient to their needs. They head off to their future. You turn off the lights and close the door. Preserving for a future return, their childhood. Pride and fear intermingle in your thoughts as you force a final hug and retreat. Leaving… Continue reading quiet exodus