Showing posts with label childhood imagination. Show all posts
Showing posts with label childhood imagination. Show all posts
Wednesday, December 29, 2021

From A Childhood

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  It’s late, the sky’s my screen. Laurence Olivier is fleeing through a forest, dark fronds clutching, clawing at him; a gothic tale, fu...
Saturday, October 3, 2020

The Fugitive

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The one-armed man will arrive into town, most likely by train, the train runs two fields behind the house, Kimble will be on his heal...
Monday, August 3, 2020

Well

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It was a barracks of an old house, the upper stories well on the way to ruin, the lower a little way behind. The eighteenth c...
Monday, July 13, 2020

What the Nighttime Brought

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This countryside, known for its emptiness, was, a fter the hours of daylight , filled with a darkness s o impenetrable we vie...
Saturday, May 9, 2020

From a Child's Window

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The child is at the window; he is there every evening at this time, as the clouds of the world are catching fire. He knows the fie...
Monday, November 4, 2019

Whale Song

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When I was young night cleared away the countryside; there was nothing till morning. Sometimes a dog barked; barked into the v...
Sunday, September 29, 2019

Berry Picking

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On a windy day I could hear the conversations speeding through the phone wires: Roscommon to Dublin, Roscommon to Galway, the Dublin...
Sunday, February 5, 2017

Lost in Adulthood

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Explorers Poem for Elaine Then, I was the explorer with that pedal happiness in my feet; down a tunnel of laurels or welli...
Sunday, July 10, 2016

Imagination and Terror

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        Sunfire When sunset was a match put to the western sky, hell blazed over the Galway Road. From my bedroom window, I watch...