Etchings (IHS)- Attracta Fahy

There will be no miracles in a graveyard                                                                                              … Continue reading Etchings (IHS)- Attracta Fahy


History Repeated. – Attracta Fahy

Once it was the colonists, now it’s the banks, poor, rich, and poor again. Evicted, they search for a new home, a new land, a better life. Poor, defeated bodies, burdened with shame. No warmth or compassion in oppressors, hearts of stone. Our homeless, brothers, sisters, our children aimlessly drift, daily wake to morning sky,… Continue reading History Repeated. – Attracta Fahy

I Had A Dream- Attracta Fahy

Demeter walked on High Street, cupped faint light in her hands, afraid it might die. A shaded path on the right, took her feet, the opposite direction to her mentors, men, on the left, bathed in streetlight, inebriated. Their omnipotent puer walked to the water in Nimos pier, brothers in arms, in need. Prisms of… Continue reading I Had A Dream- Attracta Fahy

Vigil- Attracta Fahy

I walk a vigil to my parish, over the five fairy forts, climb church stiles that once led believers to Mass. Four paths, through fields to the 17th century church, hidden amongst overgrowth, bramble, briar, whitethorn, and clump. Only faint outlines of stone, hidden in ruin: time’s watermark. Walls speak in silence, our history, famine,… Continue reading Vigil- Attracta Fahy

Stone- Attracta Fahy

Just steps from the cathedral dome, a moment, illusion, touch its olive green skin, stark against stone. Never so far away when near…   Beginning, I stand at Tanaí, the arched portal, stone, housed those with fever, the Lime Kiln helped cure. Their cranes call the faces in stone, cholera spirits to a new journey,… Continue reading Stone- Attracta Fahy