I’ve tried to run
I’ve tried to run

I’ve tried to run
from suburb to city,
to mountains and sea,
from father and mother
to husband,
son and daughter.
I hold memories of
passing moments like clouds,
losing their colour,
like used garments,
all turning to sand running through my fingers.
I hold nothing,
my hands are empty.
I am left with just myself.
There is no outer place to run to,
all roads return to me.


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Poems chosen from an anthology of poems called ‘For Crying Out Loud – Voice of an Exile’, published early 2016.


Bettina John von Freyend-Peterseil was born at the end of the 2nd World War in Germany. She exiled herself early on, travelling the world, never able to settle anywhere for long. She now lives in the West of Ireland, where she and her husband built their home, raised their children and tended the land. She has been teaching, writing and in the past 15 years creating her collage work.

The poetry compilation ‘For Crying Out Loud- voice of an exile’ comes at a time when globally people are forced to move on a large scale. Bettina offers a personal account of the mindset of a self imposed exile. She reveals her disconnection and her longing to belong mirroring a world also steeped in separation.


Still children seeking their way home

Poetry by Bettina

We are grown people we claim. To prove it our lips form a tight line, our faces show wrinkles which remind us of years of living, striving, surviving, crying after...
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How do you make green?

Poetry by Bettina

In school they threw her out of painting class. She was useless at colours, she says. Her face is wrinkled now. Her frame has shrunk to the size of a...
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Who was I?

Poetry by Bettina

Who was I before I forgot your face? Who was I before I forgot your name? Who was I before? My mother’s face, my father’s face, my brother’s face. Mother...
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My longing has many faces

Poetry by Maura Horkan

The sad one who feels it can never be and cries big salty tears into the garden The other one who moves slowly around the many tasks to be done...
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Poetry by Pariksith Singh

To fly Is to be The infinite space To rise Into openness The vast opens as I My love of transparence Fills me now To flesh and marrow The journey...
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