We are thrilled to feature the poetry of PS Conway, an American Poet with Irish roots. We hope you enjoy his work.
PS Conway returned to poetry in 2020 after a far too long hiatus from writing. Sadly, yet serendipitously, the Covid19 quarantine created a much-needed space for words; words that attracted an ardent online community of readers. PS finds fascination in language birthed from dark, literate, and emotive places. In the last 26 months, PS has been published in 12 literary publications. In his free time, PS fancies himself a rock star, jamming on his drum kit, and a wannabe sommelier, savoring Napa cabs with his wife Susan.
light and shadow
I pace along stone fortress walls
looking to the forest at small
herds of deer grazing in the space
between light and shadow.
Oisín clings to my leg, eyes welled
with tears, a wee fawn with the soul
of a poet, he mouths your name,
and I shake my head ‘no’.
as for me, this warrior’s heart
lies lost in memories of you,
as entwined as moss taking root
‘midst worn cracks of this dún.
but know this,
my most solemn pledge,
sworn unto the gods…
our love is beyond time, and no
black curse, no conjured slight, will e’er
halt my search; I will find you and
return you from shadow
into the light.
hold me fast, my love, for I am frightened
of the coming of the night, safe in our
snug seaside cottage, sheltered from the storm,
the raging tide summons – and I cower
under the covers like a child, fitful
in this turmoil, swift shallow breaths like ice,
throat so dry, and I thirst, I thirst for life,
for the spring-tide of my youth, what shall suffice
save forestalling the coming of the night
with its dark schemes, its furtive machinations,
to steal this life, this soul, from me, from us,
this soul, a toll, my final oblation
who will tend me in the darkness, tell me
all will be well, you will be well, scatter
the ghosts that haunt this fearful mind who dreads
the end, drowned in night’s ebbed ebon clatter
then silence, all is still,
peace settles ‘cross my heart
dry your tears, my love, the storm abates
the full moon awaits o’er the sea, holds my eye,
she is beautiful, she is warm, and she calls
my name gentle ‘long hushed surf, like a sigh
she proffers up her imagination
unto the currents of moonlit breezes
seeks conjunction with like-minded dreamers
who behold the heavens and know beauty
she views horizons
yet knows not limits
for further creation
she knows full the ache
how true genius craves
to plant wildflowers
o’er Algernon’s grave
she shall not be small ‘neath vast harvest skies
denies being small ‘neath the eyes of a man
tessers so swift across space and time
ever-rewriting her fate with a pen
19 thoughts on “Feature of the Week-PS Conway, An American Poet with Irish Roots”
Loving the imagery in these lovely poems! <3
Thank you so much, Layla! 🙏🏻🌹✨🍷☘️
Excellent poetry that resonates for me.
Thank you. I am so glad it does.
So glad you felt a connection with the poems. Thank you. 🙏🏻🌹✨🍷☘️
You’re very welcome!
Brilliant words, so beautifully written!
Thank you hon. PS will enjoy your comment.
Cheers, Virginia… so appreciate your kind words, my friend. ☘️🙏🏻✨🍷🌹
I can hear the stirring Irish lilt in the imagery and tone of these poems! Lovely!
Thank you so much Dawn. I am so glad you enjoyed the post.
I’m truly honored by your comment, Dawn. Sláinte. ☘️🍷🙏🏻🌹✨
Thank you for sharing this beautiful poetry. It is quite exquisite. ☺️💕
Oh, Christine! My heart melted with the word ‘exquisite.’ Thank you! ☘🥂🙏🌹
Thank you for sharing this beautiful poetry. It is exquisite. ☺️💕
What truly beautiful poetry that transport the reader to the scene. PS Conway is a rock star alright and I’m delighted to have the opportunity to meet him Gabriela. Thank you so much!
Loved this line “as entwined as moss taking root
‘midst worn cracks of this dún.’
Thank YOU so much, Cindy!! I accept the ‘rock star’ moniker with great fervor and humility. Cheers! 🍷🙏🌹❤