Kristin in the Stars
I think of Kristin in the kneading of bread
The way she scattered sesame seeds
Over the loaf, rising like a pillow–
While Ozzy the cat slept on the windowsill.
I think of Kristin under the apple trees,
Duvet nights at Trolghaughen.
Stumbling into adolescence
Hoping I’d be as beautiful as my sister–
I think of walking up the Little Sugarloaf
With Kristin, through gorse and heather
Past the Faery Ring of Trees–
Towering over Bray with a flask of tea.
I think of Kristin’s sweet peas
Spilling up into the sky,
Lupins and wild roses
Myrtle, apple, greengage.
Mighty potatoes and carrots-
Coaxed by her fine hands.
I think of Kristin pulling roots around her,
Crossing seeds with seeds,
Passing to the stars.
© Siofra O’Donovan 2025


K
As I say such a lovely poem, Kristin in the Stars a lovely poem even if a rather sad title. Her world of flowers, herbs plants etc was so wonderful and it shouldn't be surprising if she sometimes saw starlike objects among them; they'd likely have been fairies and/or elemental spirits! The guy did a fine bit of craftsmanship or should it be craftspersonship with the brass placque
Memories treasured. A beautiful poem.