Like a wisp of smokes I see your ghost, Standing before me, as I reach for a memory too faint to see. Were you really standing there watching the coming storm, or from my imagination did that image form? You were oddly still while chaos spun around the room. Everyone else seemed to fear the coming doom. A hurricane was about to land upon the beach, and it was one you had to see. To keep everyone safe from harm, you risked it all, your near-fatal charm.
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Ms. Ceili has been writing poems and stories since she was first asked to write about her life on a primitive island off the coast of Ireland. “Noria” the product of those stories was published in 2009 and since then McCollonough has found a love of writing poems for all ages.