Shed, Undrawn, Ballinamuck
I seek to draw a picture here A shed, roof caving in, Its gable end seen through the door By the artist …
Barbados Chest in a Molly Cottage
* Molly is a townland in North Longford, Ireland, where my great grandmother Margaret Drake (who married Michael O Reilly, she herself …
In the Shadow of Cairn Hill
Are they true the old tales, that he who slay Queen Maeve, Neath one of these cairns in death enjoys sleep? That …
Fiddling at Longford
As if Nero, as the city is destroyed Consumed by economic storm Fiddle is played – how good we are Come, listen …
No Room at the Inn
She died alone, like a cow in a field, the papers wrote Nothing new there, comment passed as true as it was …
Dont Kill the Plants
Background: The calamity that is Carty, no matter how bad his DIY (which is worse than my cooking!), the only thing worse …
Walking Under Edenmore Hill
Random scattered shades of brown, Rarer yellows, more common black hues, What was once a trickle a torrent is now, Rain falls …
Beauty Passed, and Yet Still Beautiful
Beauty passed, and yet still beautiful, Walls crumble, slaves to time, build long ago The rhubarb that once here grew I ate, …
Gates to the Gods
Gates to the gods, the people flocks, To worship at the waters pure, To leave tokens, offerings there… Take home some water …
As They Lay Him Down
As they lay him down… Madiba… Let them not forget, Forgiveness, what he though them, For hatred, now subdued, can yet, Tear …
The Longford Ark
http://www.donedeal.ie/windows-for-sale/boat/5856940 This is a real advertisement from Donedeal… inspired the doggerel verse below. Only in Longford!!! It rains so much in Longford, …
Old Clonbroney
This is a ghost story told to me by my mother, from her grandparents, either Kiernans Mill or Treacys. The roadway mentioned …
The Hungry Grass
A shiver runs up my spine As stories I recall Of people dead in times gone by I was told of when …
Drovers No More Walk These Roads
Drovers, with their cattle herds, To market coming, stick in hand, Guiding their charges with swear words With a sure, and yet …
The Exodus
Exodus – The Leaving I From fields we came where often blood was shed Of men from France, a land so far …
Walking As One With the Woods
From the branches, voices whisper Singing soft low songs, in the breeze The more we listen, less we hear From the low …
King Congal’s Grief
Congal, the proud king, his wife a prince bore Alas, in giving to her son his life She lost hers, tragic the …
May We Never Have A Love For or Want of Turnips
May never for the humble turnips We have a need or love For neither is good for man For the former he …