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Siobhain M Cullen
Siobhain rues the day her reluctant emigrant grandad was "chased from Irish sod" like so many others and lives in hope that it won't stand against her. Βι¶ΉΤΌΕΔ is where the heart (and soul ) is after all. She is short stories page editor for a largish ezine (sadly on a strictly unrenumerated basis - sigh), has a self-published short stories and poetry collection, 5 children, works part-time for a heritage education company and is Literature/Creative Writng tutor.
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The Earth Talks About the Snowdrops
by Siobhain M Cullen
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I know
where Snow
drops grow,
greenly glow,
wall below.
Μύ
I hold secrets old,
trusting told.
Buds unfold,
ice cold.
Μύ
I fear
changes here,
Hail freer
blue spear,
point clear.
Μύ
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