Steve Murray

Steve Murray

Loreto on the Green, Dublin

Dusk The soft strokes of my paintbrush now covered the canvas, a deep blue of the night. Speckles of gold dashed through the sky, fields of green running along the horizon. A lark singing from its home branch, cats chasing…

Christian Brothers College, Cork

The Thaw of Man When the frost of the land becomes still The sad emotions stay stagnant The harshness of the mistake becomes evident As the world seems to crumble The man shows little emotion And the same will happen…