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To you, Frances Browne - celebrating the creativity of blind and vision-impaired writers across Ireland

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Frances Browne, the legendary "Blind Poetess of Ulster."

The publication of a creative writing project, Frances Browne Storytellers, has seen Donegal's Twin Towns library being named Island of Ireland Regional and Country Winner at the British Book Awards.

Developed by Donegal Libraries with support from Creative Ireland and Vision Ireland, the initiative's aim was to encourage and share contemporary vision-impaired voices.

Frances Browne Storytellers: Seeing Beyond Sight is a unique anthology celebrating the creativity of blind and vision-impaired writers across Ireland, celebrating the life and work of Frances Browne, the legendary "Blind Poetess of Ulster."

Born in Stranorlar, Co. Donegal in 1816, Frances overcame poverty, disability, and prejudice to become a published poet and novelist whose work reached readers throughout Europe and beyond.

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Listen to The Lyric Feature: The Blind Poetess Of Ulster

"This project is just a collection of stories," says project facilitator Isla McGuckin. "But only in the way that a library is 'just' a collection of books.

"Both are so much more; there's change-making sparked by curiosity and kindness; there’s community and creativity. Recognition from the British Book Awards will amplify our writers’ voices far more loudly than we could have ever imagined."

Enjoy a trio of selections from Frances Browne Storytellers: Seeing Beyond Sight:

To you, Frances Browne, by Lisa O'Donovan

Born in Stranorlar, Donegal, a small rural town

She was named after her mother, Frances, Frances Browne

With 11 brothers and sisters, she was the seventh in line

A big family indeed! As families were at that time

But Frances was different. She couldn’t learn to read or write

This was due to small pox, which robbed her of her sight

However, she was a curious, inquisitive child

She wanted to learn, her desire for knowledge running wild

She listened to her siblings’ homework, done after school

She learned everything by heart, making her memory a tool

Soon the bartering began, with family, friends and neighbours

They would read to her in exchange for chores, tasks and favours

Before long, Frances became the narrator, the composer, the creator

Her boundless creativity, talent, ambition becoming greater and greater

From short stories, to novels, to poems - she wrote them all!

With poverty, geographic isolation, lack of education, female, blind - she found her call!

More than a hobby or a pastime, her work was popular and published

She was well-known, the title 'the blind poetess of Ulster’ established

She moved from Donegal, to Edinburgh, to London, with her sister at her side

Her sister, Rebecca, acted as a reader, scribe and guide

While her reader, scribe and guide changed, her passion for writing did not

Her countless pieces are still being found, and will never be forgot

Her work, ‘Granny’s Wonderful Chair’, is one of the most famous

Translated and reprinted, Frances has gained literary celebrity status

She is an inspiration, a visionary, a shining example to people far and near

With such legacy and spirit, one thing is blatantly clear

She is deserving of more than a medal, a trophy, an award, or a crown

So, in awe, we raise a glass, to you, Frances Browne.


Reflections Unseen, by Margaret Kelly

As I look into the mirror and wish that I could see

An unfamiliar face looking back at me

For I haven’t seen it lately, nor indeed for many years

So, I smile a timid smile to cover up my fears

For aging is a process that etches a design

And tells a life story written line by line

On turning from the mirror, with nothing there to see

A myriad of memories come rushing in on me

Some are luminescent, some foggy and unclear

Reliving times of happiness, sorrows and of fear

But the spirit is resilient and it fans the flame of hope

And in God’s design is written you can surely cope


Tandem, by Petrina Finn

I think about my tandem

sitting still in the shed

A steal of a purchase

from a generous stranger

Hoping to introduce me

to the sport of cycling

I think about the adventures

my co-pilot and I will have

As we roam through countryside

Cycling roads less travelled

To places of childhood memory

and areas yet to be discovered

I think about my tandem partner

The trust I have in them to navigate us

on our regular cycles together

Building physical strength

While calming the mind

But that is all I do, think…

about my tandem still sitting in the shed

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Frances Browne Storytellers: Seeing Beyond Sight can be accessed online here

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