In the beginning there was ChristmasThen there was EasterAnd then there was PunchestownThe festival of festivalsThe town closedThe priest from the altar"Today is Walking SundayThis is the fifth Sunday after EasterThis is the first Sunday before Punchestown Walking SundayWomen with pramsChildren and picnicsWalking to Punchestown.The day for inspecting the racecourseThe two-mile race for boysThe six-mile… Continue reading The Sights and Sounds of Punchestown
AFTER LOVE MAKING
I came accross these swans after making love in DeBurghs wood. I could feel the magic. I took the photo and wrote the poem. All caputred in an instant. You have to do things as they happen or else, loke a floating cloud the magic is gone forever.
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OTTER
An otter swam up the canal Swimming a delightful backstroke Rolling like a barrel Smiling with delight Parting the waters With its head Doing the harbour stroll Contented in its contentment Suddenly All hell breaks loose Danger is spotted The word is out Within seconds, pandemonium Water hens come from nowhere Raging ducks gather… Continue reading OTTER
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The starlings have gathered
The starlings have gathered In their brownie black Flying in triumph There and back They screen to sun Like salty sand Thrown like grains from an open hand And maybe Or maybe not This is my lot To sit and dream upon my back Watching the starlings in brownie black
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On walking by the Abbey Bridge
On walking by the Abbey Bridge I heard a voice singing It was so soft and beautiful Commanding me to stop and listen There sat a beautiful little girl All in black under the bridge Her feet dangling towards the water In rhythm with the song I approach with caution Enquiring the name… Continue reading On walking by the Abbey Bridge
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ANTS IN PANIC
I TURN A LARGE MOSSY STONE IN AN OLD ABANDONED DRAIN A THOUSAND ANTS LIKE HEADLESS CHICKENS TUMBLE OVER EACH OTHER DARTING IN ALL DIRECTIONS TO ESCAPE THE LIGHT IS THEIR ENEMY THE DARK IS THEIR FRIEND
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It is the evening of another day
It is the evening of another day I walk along the canal Swans in a love call Two ducks taking off Leaving a multitude of whirlpools behind And I battered and bruised Bogged down by memos and deadlines In an efficiency of the now I walked to the sound of crow Half hidden in… Continue reading It is the evening of another day
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THE SOCCOR PLAYER
AT MY COUSIN'S TWENTY-FIRST I INTRODUCED AUNT JENNY TO MICHAEL THE CAPTAIN OF THE LEINSTER SOCCER TEAM SHE REFUSED TO SHAKE HIS HAND I AM AN IRISH REPUBLICAN AND SHOUTED I WOULD NEVER SHARE A ROOM WITH A SOCCER PLAYER THE GAME THE TOMMIES BROUGHT IN SHE ROARED ONE OF US WILL HAVE TO GO… Continue reading THE SOCCOR PLAYER
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I PICKED A MAGGOT FROM THE PATH
I PICKED A MAGGOT FROM THE PATH IT WRIGGLED
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For onceThen always,A thought A word saidLodgedForever.
