http://slow.writerscafe.org/AoifeGuilfoyle The original writings of author SilentVoice en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775973892 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I was reading old irish prayers and curses when I was inspired to write this piece. It also reminds me of a small bog road I enjoy walking down with my dogs. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AoifeGuilfoyle/1541628/ Her eyes were raw redAs she walked towards the door,Nothing was saidAs blood trickled down her face...She bled. No one turned to stareAt the poor defenceless little girl,No one thought anyone would harm a golden hair...on her now beaten head. Her mother didn't dare stop him beat her,Even t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AoifeGuilfoyle/1337306/ I'm lying here in bed nowWondering about things important to me,So I'm here thinking,My family, friends butWhat else. I try to put into words What I want to say butnothing comes to mind,No fancy Shakespeare am I?Thou art who thou art. But I could never put into wordsThe importance of my fa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AoifeGuilfoyle/1327608/ I sit quietly, waiting for- A cup of hot chocolate Keeps my hands warm, I wonder if he will show,Thinking makes me wonder- The smell fills my nostrils withThe warmth of the cocoaThe marshmallows become foamLight but sticky, Still wondering if he'll show.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AoifeGuilfoyle/1327589/ I wrote this poem the day after I got my junior cert results back. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AoifeGuilfoyle/1327588/ The mist shimmered over the long blades of grass. The tall dark trees had become a crystal glow and leaves floated around them. The sun's golden rays bounced off the frosted leaves which crunched beneath her old tattered boots as she walked through the silence off the wood. Every twig that snapped a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AoifeGuilfoyle/1327584/ I wrote when I was trying to describe myself :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AoifeGuilfoyle/1327393/ Iam the black of blight on potatoes,Iam the cold rain flooding the pastures,Iam the hot sun causing drought and pain,Iam the rats that cause plague,Iam the emptiness causing hunger pains,Iam the inequality amongst the people,Iam Poverty.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AoifeGuilfoyle/1327390/ This was a school thing I had to do but let me know what you think. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AoifeGuilfoyle/1327388/ When I opened my eyes, the bright sun blinded me. Iturned away and felt sand and then ripples of water at my toes. Where was I? Istood up to look around but all I saw was a wide stretched white beach and atthe edge of what seemed to be an endless tropical rain forest. I took one stepand real.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AoifeGuilfoyle/1327387/ The beauty of these delicate creatures has always left me wondering. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AoifeGuilfoyle/1327226/ This poem came to me surprising while I was in bed. I was thinking of old memories of the days I used to spend on the beach with my family. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AoifeGuilfoyle/1327225/