Glad I can’t mould sea, like land,
It just seeps into my soul, through
My fingers –
Out of my hands. Poems like
Broken shells; fragments of
A person’s life;
All weakness, and strengths –
Exposed to the bite….
Helen Harrison was raised on the Wirral, seven miles from Liverpool, by Irish parents, and has lived most of her adult life in Co Monaghan, Ireland, where she is married with a grown-up daughter.
She has had poems published in A New Ulster, North West Words, Mad Swirl, The Galway Review, The Bray Journal, and Poethead blog.
Her first collection of poetry ‘The Last Fire’ was published during 2015 by Lapwing.
Helen has been Guest Reader read at venues in Ireland including O’Bheal Poetry Readings in Cork, and The White House Readings’ in Limerick. Some of her poetry can be found at: http://poetry4on.blogspot.ie/