Wednesday, March 31, 2021

The Salamanca Reel

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  Fiddle, flute, the Salamanca reel: drops of rain slide into line along the underside of a mossy rock before falling in the unpredict...
Sunday, March 28, 2021

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  I’m n ot here, he says and turns in his bed shuttering his eyes more tightly shut. Go away, he repeats with the knock knoc...
Thursday, March 25, 2021

Murvagh Grey Day

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  A re-edited poem, I first posted it in 2018. The cloud was down, and the world was muffled by it. There was no wind, so the Atlantic, fo...
Tuesday, March 23, 2021

Curlews

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In the small hours, in the darkness, early March, I hear the curlews out on the bog. Night and bog are the same to them; they stick t...
Monday, March 22, 2021

Light

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The question was straight; the answer infuriating, a labyrinth of generalities. So it had to be asked again, the minister prevaricated again...
Saturday, March 20, 2021

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  Days notched like ogham, clipped as morse; we salvaged nothing; don’t you regret.
Wednesday, March 17, 2021

A narrow stream of blood

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  A narrow stream of blood has collected in a pool on the cracked pavement; i t has run from a hole in the belly of a young man; he ...
Saturday, March 13, 2021

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  All that is mood, that is movement, warmth, idea, dream, ambition, invention, achievement, sadness and regret are dyes run together...
Friday, March 12, 2021

Free Online Poetry and Music Events

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  You might like to check out a series of events being hosted by Tally Koren over the next few weeks entitled ‘Changing The Face Of Poetry’....

Yellow Canoe

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  Daniel, sitting in his yellow canoe on an afternoon sky of wedgewood blue and pillowy white clouds, is without paddle and, it appears,...
Monday, March 8, 2021

From a lit fuse

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  Sunlight lit the fuse; the trees, fires in the fields, blazed silver in the black plates of their leaves, out of control; the...
Saturday, March 6, 2021

The Deserted Village

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  Stone boxes; ruined, r oofless cottages empty as looted coffins at the foot of Slievemore . H ow time sc o ured the ruins: Atla...
Wednesday, March 3, 2021

Inequality

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  And faraway, someone saying ‘sounds good.’ will make entertainment from this bloodshed; live sumptuously on the profits; manufacture h...
Saturday, February 27, 2021

Wild

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H e can’t experience anything above the city racket, his head’s a bag of loose spanners. N ever being able to find a place in sid...
Friday, February 26, 2021

From Knockma

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  Green fields, green the colour of water; an ocean locked in place beneath a grid of stone walls. Lens, curvature of the planet, g...