Gordon Ferris is a Dublin writer who has lived in Ballyshannon, Co. Donegal for the past thirty-eight years. He has had several poems and short stories published in many publications including, A New Ulster, Impspire Magazine, The Galway Review, Lothlorien Poetry Journal, and Hidden Channel.
are we soldiers fighting all the sorrows who venture into the world who smile even when there's no one to look or see never wanting to see the wonder in creation only if we have enough to eat when we all eventually die will all our own truths become known will all we held up high seem of little use to us all those silent whispers those nagging bouts be proven to be true.
Can I be near you mind if I sit here a while no need to talk or try to fit in I'll just sit here for your smile wonder from where you came was it from a dream or has a wish come true an impossible dream-wish always knowing I can't have you.
Walk up the street to no 38
steps to the end of the world I knew leading up the street I have walked before I look to known face the face I could never adore prying eyes through twitching curtains they don’t bother me they pry with sunken sighs I do notice smiling face on knees scrubbing step “how's yur Ma” I just nod back and walk on.