Life Is Like A Carpet Weaved
Life, in all its complexeties is like a carpet weaved, except its pattern is not as predictable…
Fiddlers Three
Ill post the words when I get the chance – one of the videopoems…
Revelations on a Limerick Street
Brown grey, the streets meander Over waters seeking sea I walking, amble aimless As if anywhere else to be Would be as …
George Floyd – A Short Elegy
He served his time for the crimes he had done – Whether sentences given is enough or not, Is the victims right …
Six Minutes Until Death
Marching to their deaths they sang the music to “Top of Cork Road”. Joe McKelvey had read in “Gadfly” that it took six minutes for a man to bleed to death when shot in the heart. Commenting, one said if they were shot they hoped it would not take that long. Little did they know it takes everyone that long to die when shot that way, and it was soon coming for them…
She Stood Alone At The Altar
The Ms Dopping-Hepenstal stood up by her groom who had eloped to India with another woman without her knowing is still spoken of today. Her sister was involved with one of the Edgeworths, but in the end neither girl married. Some versions of the story have Edgeworth as the cad, but most do not.
Ruins of Ballymacool
Those ruins stand, charred by fire Not set by a rebels hand Though many of it’s type out to the flame By …
Moneenageisha Harbour, Lough Atalia
No-one comes here now with currachs Rowed by men old and young Bringing the turf to and from the islands Serenaded by …
Hungry Gulls Say Hello
These times of lockdown cause a lack of litter, which gives hunger to the wild birds…
Because The Sun Still Shines
The sun shining tells us there are better times after the storm, worth remembering in these #COVID19 times
Idle Thoughts – Lough Atalia Walk During COVID Epidemic
Every street is a skateboard park The cars no longer rule The teenagers whizz in their own odd way past There is …
Remembering Mothers Pilgrimage in Modern Times of Pestillance
That church to while my mother went On pilgrimage way back then: Dedicated to St Anne, mother of Mary In an age …
The Wide World Beyond the Door
One good thing about #covid19 is that we should be able to get a bit of writing done. Here’s a reflective piece #InternationalPoetryCircle
Saint Patrick and the Plague of the Pubs
The pubs are shut – it’s not the guards – and we have no parade Coronavirus is on the rampage, it has …
Old Crone of Cairn Hill
Old Crone of Beara is said to have dropped stones that make up cairns on Cairn Hill in Longford. As with many legends, the stories vary, with some saying she was another personification of the Goddess Bridget… #Irishlegend #folklore
Future English King on Galway’s Streets
The royal visit to Galway brought mixed feelings – they are a nice couple, but is it too early to welcome British Royals where their forces killed our heroes?
Remembering Ballinamuck and the Rebels Who Died
Remembering the Irish who died at the Battle of Ballinamuck
There They Lie Where They Died
At Drumkeeran there is a mass grave of troops who died on the march with Humbert in 1798. To see how the Irish treat our own, taking homes for banks profits instead of landlords, we often ask, was all the fighting worth it at all?
What Loss to Gain a King!
The foundation story of the Clan Eoghanachta, with the tragic death of Eoghan, and the craftiness of Díl the Druid…
King Harmon’s Clock
Laurence King Harmon had a number of structures built in his honour, paid for it is said by subscription of “a grareful tenantry”. Self praise is no praise, and whether subscription was under duress or genuine is unknown. Bad times were ahead, and for the cruelty of his estates eviction is how his name will be known, no matter whats carved in stone…