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Abduction at Legan Bridge

Bride abduction is thankfully very rare in Western Europe now, apart from Albania and Montenegro, and most commonly heard of from Kyrgistan …

Some House Party In Heaven

They are having some house party in Heaven All of the greats they were playing The Devil enjoyed the music drifting through …

Catch of the Merrow

The Merrow (Moruadh or Murrúghach, from muir, sea, and oigh, a maid) was a sea spirit thought to lure people to their …

Birds Sing

The birds sing among the boughs The wind blows soft upon the face Life is hard on the best of days Hard …

At The Age for This

I’m at the age for this The funerals: all to common now I dont go to them all anymore To commiserate with …

Dawn Breaks as Yeats Goes to Sleep

Yeats died before the outbreak of war, and his Nobel prizes and international fame was most seen through the Versailles era, with …

To Live In Hearts

“To live in hearts we leave behind is to not die” – Thomas Campbell To live in hearts we leave behind It …

Puff of Smoke and All Is Well

Everyone knows smoking is bad, and causes cancer. However, the blanket blame for all lung cancers on it ignores other possible reasons, …

Wake at Birr

The true and humorous tale, though shocking at the time, of the fiasco of my mothers coffin, at her wake in Birr… …

Wake at Ballinalee

My mother told of attending a wake when a child in her native village Ballinalee, where the pipes that were smoked cermonially …

Coffin Ships of the Modern Age

Its just news, another raft or ship Upended, people struggling drowning Bodies, lined up on the shore Other unknown, uncared, unaccounted for. …

We Are But Passing Through

History, crumbles, before our eyes And walking past, we wonder not Someday, for all that we are We too, like those who …

Christmas Card to the Homeless

Every homeless person is something to somebody. This was the Jonathan Corrie story >>> More than a face, you have a name, …

Christ Was Crucified In Dublin

As if once more nailed to a cross In Dublin, Christ was crucified Where on a street beside the Dáil The least …

Out of Tune

No fingers now draw from it chords That it once formed, each one like words Now only insects and birds Dwell among …

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