Intimations Of Mortality.

Intimations Of Mortality.

Poem Courtesy of Thurles Author & Poet, Tom Ryan ©

In a house in the suburbs,
Dark-haired Elizabeth contemplated,
Some silver tints in her hair.
Now nine and thirty years from the womb,
An almost avid apprehension,
Carried her wild and surging thoughts along.
“I’ll do something special for the forty,”
She enthused over her afternoon cuppa tea.
But I knew her more sombre thoughts
Of eternity.


Tom Ryan, “Iona”, Rahealty, Thurles, Co. Tipperary.


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