Prosper Fingal

Fighting Words: A poem by Sorcha McSwiney

I wandered lonely as a cloud
feeling happy in myself.

In September or October when the wind
and the light are working off each other
The leaves fall on Griffith Avenue.

You are hope in a human being
forever in my dreams

Hope is a thing with feathers
that blows in the wind and
takes us to the sky.

The Story Seeds project supports young people to write with the aim of enabling them to understand their own life story – their personal, circumstantial and emotional story and their place – be it geographical, social or imaginative.

The pieces included here are a small sample of the creative work from the Story Seeds project.