This white gold ring,two hands clasp tight,the heart shaped diamond in the centre,and two round cut diamonds in the crown.Gifted twenty-five years ago,delicately placed upon my finger.It is real.It is love.I skirt the Claddagh shorelines,boats glide through Galway Bay,where once the old thatched village gleamed,the skies ceruleanclouds bruised violet —Richard Joyce, its … [Read more...] about The Claddagh Ring, By: Amy Abdullah Barry
At The Writing Retreat, By: Amy Abdullah Barry
The lake here is always green,but what is it to thetwo swans drifting through it? It fades to dark tones of moss and jade,and then, the sun beginsto walk through the quiet garden. I’ve risen early,already writing in my mindonce I’ve performed my Subuh prayer. Lurking outside,a cat’s eyes emberthrough the dark. At times,the hum of a small planeunmusical in the … [Read more...] about At The Writing Retreat, By: Amy Abdullah Barry