I consulted the poets today.
Like a sick child at the doctor-
Ginsburg, Oliver, Yeats…
They always knew the cure:
with their fire, peace and aches.
They told me to wake past noon
and sit in the humming garden.
To read under the heavy moon
and never let my soul harden.
I look upon this earth
with the chirping bird and restless tree
and realise
that my soul, and all I will be
is your beauty- not mine.
Brendan is a law student also studying Philosophy and English Literature. He is a young poet with a deep passion for language and the emotional weight it carries.