While the door keeps me in place I inhabit distractions connect only in virtual kinship create poems from symptoms, reflexes locked in Pandemic rules numbered yellowed out alarm, we flirt coyly in shops eyes cast down, two metred furtive spaces that un-mapped distance of a gaze, locked in. Darkness follows on, from a silent day In limbo, fears about the world emerge into night like a sly fox jabbering. Segmented shadows from streetlights casts spells onto sleeping forms, I awaken from dreams, eyelids wet. I inhabit that space between living, near death, unsure if notions have come from my mind, locked in. Garden space allows amnesty as a Robin sits atop the woodpile Magpies chatter in the Silver Birches vex the Persian-Blue cat beneath while I, inhabit nature, soothe.
Margaret’s professional background is in Public Policy and Democratic Justice.
She writes fiction, Essay, Memoir, and poetry. She has had poetry published in e-book , in anthology collections, and literary journals and magazines. Inc. Black-lion Press-.Pendemic , The Blue Nib Lit-Journal , The Write Life, Unity Global Festival, Vox Galvia, A New Ulster, The Burrow, Poet-Head, and, Lothlorien Journal, she writes with Over the Edge, Thursday writing group, Galway City Library, and Ox Mountain Poets. She is listed in the Index of Contemporary Women Poets in Ireland, 2020.
Margaret has four grown-up children. She lives in Westmeath with her dog Molly.