Marta Moran Bishop's Writings
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Article
Jan.26.2013
My first memories of poetry were from A Child’s Garden of Verse by Robert Louis Stevenson, the same author who wrote the beloved classic Treasure Island.
A.A. Milne, When We Were Very Young, Now We Are Six, and the Winnie the Pooh stories. These beloved verses and the illustrations of E.H. Shepard were to see me through my childhood filling my mind and...
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Poem
Nov.18.2012
I lie upon the floorBlood dripping from your latest blowsCurled in a ball, crying silentlyHeart and soul trampled once more
Black hole inside of me
Lost, confused and aloneCan't walk, stand nor moveExcept for retching, sobbing
Wish for nothingness nowSo I hear not your wordsThose hate filled screams of yours
You're no good without meStupid, loser, womanFlighty,...
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Poem
Nov.18.2012
SIXTY-NINE DAYS
Sixty-nine days she lay dying
Sixty-nine of them without food
Sixty-nine days we all waited
At her bedside or across the world
Sixty-nine days with broken hearts
Sixty-nine days and more of crying
Copyright © 2012 Marta Moran Bishop
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Poem
Nov.11.2012
Through the clouds bright sunlight shines
With a golden caress it skips
Through the fields and over the hills
Touching all with loving fingers
All along the river it plays
Melding its laughter with the song
Of the tinkling, cascading brook
They move as one through hill and dale
Sunlight and river dance along
Passing the graveyard where you lie
A...
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Column
Nov.11.2012
. Loving ones country isn’t about which political party, religion, race, or gender you are or belong to. It isn’t about whether you were able to serve in the military or not. It isn’t about whether you are from the upper 1%, the middle class, or the poor. Loving your country is about caring that the constitution and laws are upheld, that all people have...
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Poem
Aug.18.2012
THE DANCE
We’ll dance amongst the stars tonight.
Weave webs of shimmering light
Across the clouds our feet will fly
Tripping the light fantastic...
http://www.martamoranbishop.com/imagine.html
Copyrighted 2012
Marta Moran Bishop
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Article
May.29.2011
September 1, 1939 was a day that changed history at least for my mother, her family and many of those in Europe. It was the day that World War II began for most of the world. The United States didn’t enter the war officially until December 7, 1941, when the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor. Yet for my mother Pat her world changed forever in September of 1939. She was...
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Poem
May.15.2011
Condescending tones,
With vague innuendos
Based on guessing games.
An acquaintance makes
Inaccurate judgments
From knowledge unknown.
The advice given
Serves only to frighten,
Disguised as friendship,
Loss and confusion
Review all you know
Of those you thought friends.
Waste no tears on them
Who care not about you,
Past a casual nod.
Friend or social...
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Poem
May.07.2011
We met when I was three.
Then again at twenty-five,
Death I am not afraid.
When my time comes I'll face
Again your warm embrace
Another world I'll find
Behind that final door.
For when you come for me
With this life I'll be done
Just like a worn out dress
That has seen better days.
Until that time I'll live,
With vim and vigor too
See beauty all around
Live...
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Short Story
Jan.23.2011
The dust floated up from the carpet with each step Margaret Toffee took, clinging to the banister as she dragged herself up the dingy stairs to her third floor flat. “Ladies don’t air their dirty laundry in public,” she had heard that often enough growing up. Head held high, she turned her face from those she passed on the stairs so they wouldn’t see the...
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Fantastical, Magical, & Mystical in a story that will make you believe it is about a long forgotten past, but in reality is a possible future!”
—Sammy Sutton, The Between Times
About Marta
I currently live on a small farm in MA with my husband Ken, four cats, and three horses. I two poetry books published: Wee Three: A Child's World and A Poet's Journey: Emotions and two novels. The Between Times, a social cautionary tale and my latest book is...
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