Delighted to be included in ISSUE 23 Beyond Words Literary Magazine

Wonderful news to hear my poem ‘CHOCOLATE FINGERS’ was selected as one of the winners of THE CHILD 250-word creative writing challenge by BEYOND WORDS-LITERARY MAGAZINE. You can read the poem along with many wonderful pieces of works in the February 2022 edition of Beyond Words, available to order @

Poem featured in “SHE FLOWS ALONG” Project

Thank you to Kathryn Crowley for including my poem “The Blanket of Sound” in her creative writing and art project in response to 12 themes affecting women in Ireland today

“When I saw the words ‘She Flows Along’ it brought up memories for me of my sons’ births. It evoked a mixture of feelings I had of flowing, floating, sinking, drowning, breathing, trusting as I gave birth.” -Yvonne Brewer.


By Yvonne Brewer

It sounded like a cry of pain, of sorrow.

I knew by the way her arm shivered

that one of the midwives

could not bear the sounds

I made as I laboured and

gave birth to my second son.

I don’t know where the voice came from

or if it was a voice,

it was more of a battle roar

a victory cry

a cry that came from

an oasis within

a cry with no tears

a howl, a song

that had been buried

for so long.

it was someone’s voice

an unknown

but deeply familiar voice

that was ancient

locked away

in a little room

with a fairy door

that I had carried

beneath my skin

from the beginning.

like a secret room that was walled

with shame and hidden pain

a place where girls

were told to be quiet

told to be good

told tears were not allowed here

in this pretty dolls house

told it is wrong, told don’t cry

it will upset them, told to be strong

but my strength my silence

my good my fears my cries

my scream my dreams

all pushed through

the doorway and all

knitted together to make

this weaving pattern

this patch work, a blanket of sound

that was borne with his coming.

a warm blanket that wrapped around him

as he entered this world

saying it’s okay to feel and release your voice

it’s okay to be heard

it’s okay for us to cry together

a voice that opened me

erupted me a voice that broke

all silences a voice that

carried me from turbulent dark waters

to safe earthy home ground.

Bio Yvonne Brewer lives in East Cork and is a Mum to two teenage sons and enjoys writing poetry.

Visit for more information about Kathryn’s work and project.

The Red Dress

The Red Dress

She gently stitches the final layer of red lace on the cuff of the sleeve. 

Adds more velvet covered buttons on the back.

 Runs her fingers along the curves of the skin-soft fabric. 

Smiling, she imagines the voluptuous shadow,

 the mannequin sprays on her workshop floor, 

has a handsome dance partner 

who takes her hand as they saunter

to the secluded garden. 

Spinning her as she careens

in golden sandals, he steals a kiss

between their gliding rhythmic steps. 

Mistletoe berries and the red fabric glow with the light of the moon, 

creating an iridescent carpet of brightness. 

The humbled trees hide in faded clothing of shyness. 

She sews one last button. 

Her delicate creation is placed 

with pride in the tiny shop window.

Like a red traffic light, it pauses the rushing

evening Christmas shoppers on the 

narrow cobbled street.

To dream and wish and blush. 

Portrait of a lady by Tanya Jacobsz from DeviantArt

Thank you to Women’s Spiritual Poetry for publishing my poem The Red dress on December 2020 read it her in this link

Under A Goddess Moon

Thank you to Witch Magazine for publishing my poem ‘Under a Goddess Moon’ in their Imbolc Issue🙂

Under a Goddess Moon

I felt the breath of a poem

shiver on my skin.

It turned me in my sleep

and I fell into a world of white silk,

spun by a Goddess of love

riding on a swan carriage on

the crest of high sea waves.

White flesh on a fireside white sheep -skin

rugged by the heat of burning fresh coals.

White snow- flakes pressing against

the window- pane, trying to spell your name.

Melting as they shimmer down out of sight,

one with a world of white.

Dressed later in white velvet layers,

white swan and owl feathers in my hair.

Snowdrops peeping flashes of light

through green, whispering,

did you paint these words on my skin

with your breath,

did you trace them in the night sky

as if I could forget?

By Yvonne Brewer

Feb 2021

WITCH Magazine Issue #14 by Witch Magazine – issuu

thank you for the feature

In December 2020 I decided to set up a facebook group for Irish writers in order to support the Irish writing community. featured a piece on their website about the group:

“Shop Irish Writers came about when I decided to start a Facebook group for Irish writers to showcase their writing, their books, their Facebook pages or blogs. I felt that as a new writer myself that I needed some positive inspiration and being able to see the products of writers’ labour listed in a group gives a sense of pride and confidence which I feel is very important to all writers.

I have been in a few online writers groups that discussed the process of writing and tips and challenges. Such groups are very supportive and helpful. For me right now I felt that a focus on the product rather than the process was needed.

Personally I think that Irish people can be their own best critics. We need to be our best supporters as well.

The group is open to everyone with an interest in writing or reading. The main aim of the group is to provide a space where Irish writers of all genres can share their work and let people know where and how they can buy their books. This gives readers and book lovers a chance to see the work of Irish writers in one place. The main rule really is that the only people who can post their work in the group are Irish writers living in Ireland or anywhere in the world.”

Read the rest of the article here Building a Writing Community: Shop Irish Writers Facebook Group by Yvonne Brewer –

Join the group here Shop Irish Writers ☘️ | Facebook

All welcome x

Return to Brigid’s Altar

Return to Brigid’s Altar

Puddles, broken oak tree branches, sharp stones

interrupt her voyage. Many crossroads ahead,

voices echoing turn right, turn left, turn back.

Without a map, onward she boldly steps.

The song of honey bee guides her forward.

Burning rushes lingering scent, soothing any inner lament.

Walking now past a graveyard,

smouldering bones of all

she walked away from, all who walked out on her.

Cackling laughs at her chosen cloaked path.

Alas! Hope smiles snowdrops and fresh grass,

signs of Spring breathe winter has passed.

Fearless she tip-toes towards the foggy green forest.

The mist fingering her bare blackened feet.

No time to rest. The beat of her warrior heart

thieves any fears of defeat.

Her soul is nourished by the distant sight,

the fire, the skies, the flames alight.

Daughter of Brigid, on your path though you may falter,

you too will arrive. One day you will return to

Brigid’s Blessed Imbolc Altar.

Many thanks to Women’s Spiritual Poetry for publishing Return to Brigid’s Altar on Feb 1st 2021, Brigid’s Day

Click on link above to go to their website.

Another poem published …

In May 2020 I received a copy of “Gateway Mexico. Adventures of another gringo who wanted to be a Shaman” by Nathan D. Horowitz. Nathan decided to publish an in-flight magazine inside his book and included one of my poems along with other poems and art. I had read his book and after reading it one night I had a dream that inspired me to write the poem “Gateway Dream” which Nathan added to his in-flight magazine. This book is the first of four books by Nathan D. Horowitz in the Night time Daydreams series all available on Amazon. With thanks to Nathan 🙂

It has been awhile ….

I realise that for most of 2020 I did not post at all on this blog. So I am going to try and make up for that and post a few poems that I had published last year. The first one is a poem called “Cloud Mask” that came in third place in a poetry competition with the Momaya Press Poetry review 2019 and the theme was “masks”