Colours of the North

Colours of the North

A Poem by Vanessa Whiteley
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Images repeat through my mind like songs sung in old, dark beamed bars where toucans deck cream coloured stones. Here are lakes; misted mountains; glimmer of after rain; snatches of rainbows. Yet Ireland�s North seems a patchwork of Union Jacks

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Images repeat through my mind like songs
sung in old, dark beamed bars where toucans
deck cream coloured stones.  Here are lakes;
misted mountains; glimmer of after rain;
snatches of rainbows. Yet Ireland’s North
seems a patchwork of Union Jacks and Tricolours.
The green as natural as leaves and grass, to me,
the red like blood on Belfast and Derry streets.


© 2009 Vanessa Whiteley


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wonderful image making ////dana

Posted 8 Years Ago


To paint with words is sometimes easy, to paint with feelings? It takes a soft full brush that shows the pulse

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

You and Sel, heart and soul in tune with a land, and monitors of its ticking time, historians of now, have in your blood a country, a land we anemic and Hollywood soaked Americans do not know...

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

What a powerful poem. In a truly admirable economy of words you're able to capture the scenes of the North and to juxtapose the beauty and the horror, the natural Republicanism and the oppressive, often violent, Loyalism. Beautiful.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Vanessa Whiteley
Vanessa Whiteley

Bristol, England



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Born in 1560 in Stratford-upon-Avon. I have a passion for writing but my parents wanted me to marry early. I ran away from home to see if I could make my fortune in London as my older brother had d.. more..

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