Noreen O’Rourke Cocooned

Cocooned

Here I am, locked down, marooned, cocooned. No friends to meet. No conversations over coffee in the cafe. There is no chapel, Mass or meeting.. Tho' this is now the joyful feast of Easter. As Hamlet said - 'the time is out of joint' So is there light in all the gloom? In March, when skies were grey And sleety showers blew down the empty streets, I chanced to find these lines which gave me hope:"O give me faith that I may be alive When April ecstasy dances in every whitethorn tree." * And April has come Sun is shining, birds are singing Trees grow greener every day. So here within my small domain I dream of happy days to come In fantasy I'll take the train to Dublin..go South along the coast, and gaze across the sea to Dun Laoghaire Pier. And Howth Head sleeping in a purple haze, Or West to Galway to browse in Charlie Byrnes book-shop. And best of all, Oh bliss beyond compare I'll sit some day in my hairdresser's chair!

*(P. Kavanagh).

Noreen O’Rourke