Gordon Ferris was born and raised in Finglas, a North West suburb of Dublin. In the early eighties, he moved to Donegal where he has lived ever since. He started writing in 2014 and has had many short stories and poems in publications including Hidden Channel, A New Ulster, The Galway Review, Impspired Magazine, and Lothlorien Poetry Journal. He has also won prizes in the summer 2020 HITA Creative Writing Competition for his poem ‘Mother’, and won the winter competition for his poem ‘The Silence’. Gordon was awarded a Poetry Town Bursary by Poetry Ireland.

His father speaks to him in a dream 

He said his father appeared to him in a dream    
promised him that all would turn out right in the end  
he said it doesn’t make sense now   
but all things will fall into place   

if there’s nothing you can do   
do nothing   
if something needs doing   
do it  

his words were something   
out of one of his western movies   
the private fantasy world he inhabited   
it all made sense there  
but here in the real world   
he was the odd one out

What if

What if the birds   
stopped sounding the  
wakeup call   

what if the leaves in the trees   
stopped moving on the wind  
breaking the silence   

Would we still rise  
Would we still  
gaze out on the land  
and wonder at its beauty