Gordon Ferris was born and raised in Finglas, a North West suburb of Dublin. In the early eighties, he moved to Donegal where he has lived ever since. He started writing in 2014 and has had many short stories and poems in publications including Hidden Channel, A New Ulster, The Galway Review, Impspired Magazine, and Lothlorien Poetry Journal. He has also won prizes in the summer 2020 HITA Creative Writing Competition for his poem ‘Mother’, and won the winter competition for his poem ‘The Silence’. Gordon was awarded a Poetry Town Bursary by Poetry Ireland.
Putting the words down
all I ever wanted to do is put the words on paper but never could because life got in the way because love made my day because a bigger love came along and joyously blocked my way then I envisage the dilemma of Pandora of imaginings beyond her wildest dreams of temptation to open the wondering jar her expectant prize, uncertain. darker than her brightest past
My only wish is never to feel oppressed by the fact that I do exist And that all men of God be made share a room with twenty sinners just to test their faith and to piss them off
the onset of spring
hush, hush quiet here all sound of appliances-off the rain; drip, drip outside the curtained window wind howls and rocks the wheely bin weighted down by our daily trash On a waters edge by a lake in-land I saw the floating fish suddenly move I witnessed a decaying flower come back in to life come into colour