A Name and its Story
As admirable as a hawk chosen only for the sound off the Tounge
the origin is Irish as is the color of the blue Atlantic waves crashing off the coast
the sound is almost like an examiner shushing a room before a test
my name is who I am no matter how bad or good your name stays the same and it will until the end of time
Theres thousands upon thousands of names but the one you carry is special as its yours and only yours
No matter the ridicule or the sorrowed past you take pride in your name as it makes you human
Your relatives carried a name no questions asked it made them who they are which is why you should show pride and that is why I do too
By Shay Hennessy
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This poem has such a strong atmosphere, from the striking opening with its hawk and sea imagery. I love the original simile that follows, too, of the examiner ‘shushing a room before a test’. There’s a great sense of lyricism in the language throughout. If you wanted to expand the poem further, you might try to imaging the distant relatives and give us a picture of them – what are they doing, these stoic ancestors? An image or two added might really bring the poem to life.
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