Wednesday, May 31, 2023

Dusty heat day.

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  Hedgerows sagging; buzzes disappearing into shadows, droning 'oh my God its warm'; cows, still statues, contemplating but not ...
Monday, May 29, 2023

Sometimes the art of poetry

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  Sometimes the art of poetry is too much: the poem moulded to magnificence; its message, with an oh so scrawny neck, strangled inside i...
Sunday, May 28, 2023

Donatello's Madonna of the Clouds

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  Madonna of the Clouds As the sea moves, clouds move; life too, from the arms that surround childhood. Heaven drowns, lives...
Friday, May 26, 2023

Ballindoon

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  Ballindoon Priory is on the shores of Lough Arrow in Co Sligo. On a warm Summer's day it is a place of delicate beauty and calm. Balli...
Tuesday, May 23, 2023

Universes

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  In my hands, this head, close to sleep is a universe closing; to burgeon in the morning, to be again an infinity of possibilities. ...
Thursday, May 18, 2023

You'd Cook Love

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  You’d cook love; I’d prefer it raw. You’d put it on a plate; I’d lick it off the floor. You’d be moving onto afters; I’d be cr...
Tuesday, May 16, 2023

Descent

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  Zong, falling into the lake light half light gloom darkness Dling, dling, a chain of silvery white bubbles following it down ...
Monday, May 15, 2023

The Irish Language, Fundamental.

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  Weathered, the language of North Atlantic gales and fleecing rain; of bare granite, stunted thorns, tongue-red roan-berries and rugge...
Monday, May 8, 2023

Ancient Village

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  An avalanche of white thorn hanging above our heads in hazel twilight. The night lights of bluebells thick around our feet, faint si...
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Sunday, April 30, 2023

Water

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  The word flows along the tongue and over the tip: river on a silt bed, smooth as glass over a weir. Beer-brown, lumbering and opulent the ...
Thursday, April 27, 2023

In Blue Jeans

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  Lightning on the asphalt rain dousing Camden in July sunlit splashes  running shopfront to shopfront hair drenched cables warm li...
Sunday, April 23, 2023

A Question Of Scale

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  A mite is travelling up the margin of my page; a full stop going on a journey. I assume it has purpose, but what can I know? I’m re...

Morning Extraordinary

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  Sea a white slab, sky soft bag of sunlight, the mountains opposite suspended in mid-air; a dream place. Cosily plump, swaddled i...
Tuesday, April 18, 2023

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  The noise of short wave, then your voice comes through as home might sound in the midst of Armageddon.
Monday, April 17, 2023

Untitled

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  All of us in a boat. Sitting there. Our blood on the water. Our reflections in the blood. All of us looking. The boat unmoving. T...