The Holy Whispers by Darragh Coady

Breathing flames of sorry

Apologetic theme

Everything made beautiful in the dark

Everything brighter

Everything stark

So bitter to see a beauty go by

Oh those holy whispers

A pocket full of marbles blessed

With innocence

Your dreams are being uploaded and

Preserved for your eternal rest

Elasticated promises

For elasticated souls

And their holy whispers

On that lonely, wilting, filthy place

A screaming child

Fell far from grace

Why can’t the hand rock the cradle

Now that dream dances away

Peace will fall for you

Taking shape in the form

Of those holy whispers

Darragh Coady is an Irish composer of gritty poems with an occasional social conscience. His poetry has appeared in magazines in Ireland, UK and USA. He has shared his words in Berlin, Paris and The Netherlands. The themes explored within his poems include poverty, love, memory, politics, mortality and injustice.