Thursday, October 31, 2019

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Encroaching onto the landscape In leisure                       Forgetful of the Gods                                Blood ...
Wednesday, October 30, 2019

Vision

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The beach was a flood of  sunlight. We, alone on that long stretch of strand, a dozed to the clock of the tide marking afternoon time...
Sunday, October 27, 2019

Fuchsia,

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the blossoms, elegant little ballerinas, red as rowan, bright as Christmas. August, the bushes luxuriant along the roadside...
Saturday, October 26, 2019

Green into Grey

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When the clouds Fell onto the hill with the trees, And they were sinking, Sinking; I thought of you. Those still heads B...
Sunday, October 20, 2019

The After-Mass Men

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Remember those figures by the church wall   Sculpted in after-mass conversations: Blather-tattooed men That hung there by their ...
Saturday, October 12, 2019

Only Once Since.

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in memory of my mother When, on an April afternoon, the countryside was bathed in pristine  sunlight And the fields were roar...
Thursday, October 10, 2019

The Poems Are Past.

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The poems are past; goodnight, au revoir. And life, handed over like a cheque; good luck, all the best. Still: an adject...
Tuesday, October 8, 2019

The Angel and St Feichín

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Readers of my blog will be getting familiar with St Feichín by now; I, myself, have taken a great fondness to this 7 th century Irish s...
Friday, October 4, 2019

Flight Mechanism

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I found a bird dismantled; a pair of wings, still feathered, on an axis of miniature bones. Only yesterday, this anatomical...
Sunday, September 29, 2019

Life, trains you choose

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Life, trains you choose: hop on, hop off, forget to; and still no matter how many you take, you’re only ever in one carriage, ...

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...
Wednesday, September 25, 2019

Peninsula

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A peninsula: shingle, cockle and barnacle shells, strips of desiccated wrack, greened with sea-holly. The wooden cabin, though frequentl...
Saturday, September 21, 2019

Inheriting The Land.

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  Emigration seems to be a never-ending feature of Irish life. This poem  is rooted in the Ireland of my childhood.  The boat then had the...

Biblical Truth

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Don’t look to a rich man to loosen anyone’s chains; wealth has seldom been amassed with empathy for the impoverished. Crumbs from ...
Wednesday, September 18, 2019

Plenty Jazz No Poetry

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All the words  rushing, propelling themselves, toppling over each other like water through a sluice, conveying no meaning beyo...