‘Dream Angus’, performed by Kat Healy and Thilo Pfander / © Kat Healy 2023
List' to the curlew cryin', Faintly the echos dyin', Even the birdies and the beasties are sleepin', But my bonny bairn is weepin' weepin'
~ Dream Angus
In the end It will not matter That I was a woman. I am sure of it. The body is a source. Nothing more. There is a time for it. There is a certainty About the way it seeks its own dissolution. Consider rivers. They are always en route to Their own nothingness. From the first moment They are going home. ~ (from 'Anna Liffey', by Eavan Boland, 1991) Source: A Poets Dublin
Ripening 🍓
This month, I’m releasing a series of short extracts and reflections from my first poetry pamphlet, ‘Ripening’, due in 2024. The pamphlet will be accompanied by original artwork and songs.
As an indie artist, I’m self-publishing my pamphlet. If you haven’t already, please consider subscribing to support my work.
Thank you! Kat x