It was likely the poet’s name, but I was well into Breathe Here: Poems by Ellie O’Leary when I realized she wasn’t writing about her childhood in an Irish village. Instead, she was writing about her childhood in a village in Maine. But the sense of being a part of an Irish Catholic family is so strong that I think I can be forgiven.
O’Leary writes about an array of subjects – illness (her own and others’), wildlife, childhood, and, eventually, Maine. But if there is one predominating theme, is that of loss, and loss in childhood.
To continue reading, please see my post today at Tweetspeak Poetry.
Some Tuesday Readings
Black Flies – poem by David Estringel (H/T: Nigel Kent).
After 10 years, the Orthodox shepherds of Aleppo remain missing – Terry Mattingly at Get Religion.
Poetry Prompt: Being a Pilgrim and a Martha Stewart Homemaker – Callie Feyen at Tweetspeak Poetry.
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