Saturday, November 30, 2019

Impressionist Poem

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Ingots of light melt, raft my bottle green worries like water weed, fill my eyes with dizzying effervescence. Break the sea...
Wednesday, November 27, 2019

Beyond Lace

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She  has just the dress, it’s short and floats around her thighs but is tight at the waist. She sees mens’ eyes on her when she ...
Saturday, November 23, 2019

The Discovery

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Many years after he had died, I found the smell of my father’s office in his briefcase. Pipe-smoke, cigarettes, pencil-parings, paper...
Sunday, November 17, 2019

The Great I

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  Eye-pebbled       tooth-pebbled                carrot-nosed;              snowman                            melting. Next wee...
Saturday, November 16, 2019

My Advice This November Day

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Don’t be too fond of owning,  my little love, As you fly; Your mother’s concertina has had many owners And there’ll be many more. Let y...
Sunday, November 10, 2019

A Hat on a Man.

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A man donned a hat that shaded his eyes; in consequence he was never the same man again. Through whatever shadows he walked, l...
Thursday, November 7, 2019

St Feichín Takes His Followers To Omey

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Continuing adventures of St Feichín of Omey: St Feichín Takes His Followers To Omey Feichín in the wooded Glen of Fore decla...
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...

Up-rooted

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Torn from their place, bunches of blood-vessels; roses up-rooted soon blown. Up-rooted for their ground; left lying fade q...
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...