Light chocolate, dark chocolate, creamy smooth and white

Mouth watering, melting with each and every bite

Eggs of all descriptions, large ,medium, tiny

Wrapped around with ribbons, colourful and shiny.

Box upon box of each type of sweet

Presents for the parents , they too deserve a treat

Candy carrots and marshmallow bunnies

Squeaky chickens and chocolate monies

Hot cross buns and simnel cake

Easter biscuits the mums will make

Little girls dressed in a colourful way

To celebrate this sunny Easter day

Little boys handsome in collar and tie

“It hurts me, Mum” they moan and sigh

Babies wearing Easter bonnets

Churches singing feast day sonnets

Wicker baskets decorated

For the day that’s celebrated

Satin ribbons styled in bows

From each basket colour flows

To match the dresses that they wear

And the streams of ribbons in their hair

The children wait in joyful fear

For the Easter Bunny to appear

He scatters chocolate eggs around

Knowing that they will be found

By little hands intent on play

On this beautiful, sunny Easter day.

 

McDrac!

Fields

Green

Blood Red

This is said

Roots steeped in Irish Soil

Crusted coffin buried deep to ensure Satanic sleep

Draped in turf in Donegal

Do you believe

At all

At

All.

Tentatively touching the warmish water

Encouragement proffered by chosen coach

I stepped in

 

Cold, then gently warming as my body

adjusted to the change

Growing accustomed to the sinking safety

Strokes learnt to progress onward

Confidence growing

 

No need for coach, I can swim alone

 

White dress, red roses, vows murmured without thought

Sinking into married state

too young. Bobbing, diving, drowning

Voices raised. I yearn for freedom.

Deep end now holds no fear for me.

 

No need for float

Buoyed up on hope

I swim alone.

(An exercise at Creative Writing  at Belfast Met – merge two completely different topics into one prose piece)