Rory McGimpsey

Poems, writings, and stories.

Portrush

This is a poem I have written about family holidays: PORTRUSH We get in the car, Excitement and anticipation building, Always as good as the reality, Heading to Portrush on holiday.

The Wedding Day

The clock has counted down, Hands ticking to an inevitable destiny. My facade is strangely calm. Fussy preparations are past now, Two years of anxiety bringing me to this day.