Category: Poems
daffodils
A WREN RUSHED BY
Figures dancing on the half waves
Figures dancing on the half waves
Sooth the dreaming swans
The water is full of quiet
After its journey from the Wicklow hills
Her mind boiling
Her feet on a treadmill
Taking her away
Far away
She is drawn to the lock
Full of a constant thunder
An eternity of darkness
That is oblivion
MY MORNING
THE MORNING
A blossom falls
Into the Liffey
A reed tingles into dance
Serenades a cooing pigeon
Raindrops from a leaf
Cause a stir
A fleeting Kingfisher
Fills the water with blue
And a blackbird talks to me
This is my morning
The beginning of my day
THE PEDOPHILE
PEDOPHILE
Tear up his grave
Yank the coffin out
Scatter the rotten wood
Let the maggots free
Haul out the bones
Grind the head to a pulp
Because it housed the brain
His evil mind
Take the skeleton hands
Burst them finger by finger
Stamp them into powder
They blotted the innocence
Pour acid on his stump
Where the awful thing was caged
Now gut what remains
And send it to the hideous sea
Plant deadly weeds
Tell the robin
His song is not wanted here
Stop the grasshopper
From singing the Beatitudes
Bring out his photographs
Take a scissors to his head
Cut the rest in strips
Flush them
Into a wash of stink
Bring a sledgehammer
To his headstone
Dig out is name
Banish it to no time
For it is better
That man had never been born