Women of habit

Snow-like mantles conceal divergent emotions. You portray the minds of ladies who have lost their tongues and who have only eyes to see and their feelings are confined to the dark inside of the holy mantle. You created a good poem

My father in law was a banardos child sent over to the uk from Irland born out of wed lock. Given a surname that all the children on the boat shared!! Another sensitive poem, interesting and thoughtful read. i stumbled over the last stanza a little, im not sure why though, could be the way i read it, (i keep saying that today!) also i think line four in the first stanza needs a comma after the word there. again maybe its just me though ; ) vix Optimism in adversity nutures positive outcomes

Very nice write. World is wily and sad when the lad takes none of the supposed shame after he shoots his life inside the lassie who bears it all. Bravo, bravo!! Victor

I lived in a convent for a year/age 14 to 15 when my mums illness was at it's peak. I remember when I first set eyes on Sister Margaret, I thought of a bird. Her nose was like a large beak. If I hadn't been so upset to have been separated from my mum, I would've laughed unwillingly at the sight. I was treated really kindly, so much so, that eventually I realised that I had to stay there in order for my mother to regain some of her old strength back. So the stigma that surrounds care homes, that they're bad, is not true. Some are but not as many as the ones that do good for people in need of care through no fault of their own. Thanks for this lovely write. xena

Loved this one and powerful read it is just like Mother Teresa and all her good works she did. I like this one alot! Hugs Mona

hi there a good read good topic interesting my secondary school was ran by nuns some were teachers, good to get reading a bit again chat soon ,,,,,,,,,,,,ziggy

Nice poem, very delicately told, and there is such infussion of past sentiment, I would say your views of the world have been brightly colored because of them. A nomination and 5 stars! Sincerely, Hugo

Just think I wanted to be a nun until I was about ? (That's my secret!) There are horror stories, of course, I can't quite remember the name of the film about a British home for unwed mothers..run by nuns... it was very disturbing. Love your title, thank you for always pushing the envelope with your poetry. ~A

I can only ever remember one rather nasty nun lol and she was well, she wasnt nice ... but my experience of Nuns is a positve one loved your poem love and hugs Jayne-Chloe x x x

I have had a fortunate life... Its sad to know that not everyone does but then at least this place does exist for the sake of young woman in need. Captured quite beautifully I might add! really nice Seabhac Best regards Stu :-)