Jenny lives in Shankill Co. Dublin, and is originally from the seaside town of Bray. Being near the sea always feels like home. Her husband is Galwegian and they love to spend time there as often as they can. Always curious and drawn to learning she has had a varied career from media to Montessori teaching and is currently working towards her professional HR qualification in Learning and Development. Jenny engages with writing as a creative way to express various aspects of life and experience. She wrote a lot in school before a demanding career and young motherhood took centre stage. With the support of very good people, she is finding her way back. Her poems have been published in The Galway Review.
Are my poems too sad she mused sitting on the chair she can never get comfortable in she has tried everything a cervical issue you see, from childhood, a hint of scoliosis back to haunt but the thoughts, the thoughts they seemed so dark who would want to read? with no wish to upset she muddled along thinking it better than keeping the sadness in, it eats you slowly you know, maybe one day they’d cheer up.
The wise child omniscient, sensing, absorbing full up, engorged, overflowing No reprieve, corridors closed, dam bulging, deluge certain walks within the gilded mausoleum, sham, chaos mire Instinct knows what can and cannot be said perception is reality they say a ten year old cannot play with perception Sensitivity has no place in dysfunction systems are not made to be broken wise children bearing all weights eventually crumble.
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I felt the pain in your 1st poem
The second I need to look up a few words in the dictionary