Kate Ennals – Trumped by Nature on 9th November

Trumped By Nature on the 9th November.

When I closed my eyes to leave what felt like the twilight zone
Midnight had turned to 5am
Rectangles and squares had turned solid red
Angular, angry, abrasive
I could not see the swamps and prairies
Dustbowls, oceans, Rocky Mountains
It was difficult to hold the passion of people
who worked and lived the land;
to understand that these geometric shapes
contained fretful human anger

my dreams were ridden roughshod
by Horseman and Scream
thick with fearful swirls of oil and edge
spiralling colour in mad descent

I awoke to the soft light of Irish day
morning white, grass green, weak sun rays
I decided to walk, to think, to unravel,
discourse, tick tock.

Out in the bog, my dog, Mary Poppins, and I
met a puppy who wanted to play
I watched his scampering bliss
Ignorance and happiness
beneath scudding clouds of grey and white,
skies of blue and black,
earth of gold and brown
indigo, violet, red, orange, yellow, blue, green

A moment of mine
While America made herself great again

Kate Ennals is a poet and short story writer. Her first poetry collection, AT The Edge, came out in September 2015, published by Lapwing. She has had poems and short stories published in various literary publications such as Crannog, Skylight 47, Burning Bush 2, The Galway Review, Ropes, Boyne Berries, North West Words, New Ulster Anthology, The Honest Ulsterman, The International Lakeview Journal and featured in The Spark.
A Londoner by origin, Kate has lived in Ireland for 22 years. In 2012, after working in community development at national and local level for 30 years (London and Ireland), Kate did the MA in Writing at NUI Galway. She now runs poetry and writing workshops in and around Cavan. Kate also facilitates a regular literary reading evening and open mic (AT The Edge), funded by Cavan Arts Office. Her blog can be found at http://www.kateennals.com .