I SIT IN THE ABBEY GRAVEYARD
I SIT IN THE ABBEY GRAVEYARDTHIS SUMMERS DAY IN AUGUST THE TWELFT OF AUGUST I WAS THINKING OF NOTHING CLEARING MY CLUTTERED MIND I LISTEN TO A ROBIN SINGING HIDING ITS WINGS IN A BRANCH OVERHEAD A PIGEON CLAPS ITS WINGS IN APPRECIATION I LIFT MYSELF SAY A PRAYER THEN STROLL BACK TO MY FIGURES… Continue reading I SIT IN THE ABBEY GRAVEYARD
MY STEPFATHER’S MANTRA
TIP YOUR HAT TO A DOCTOR AND A PRIEST IGNORE THE REST THE DOCTOR WILL BRING YOU TO HEALTH THE PRIEST WILL BRING YOU TO HEAVEN
I REMEMBER THE DAFFODILS
A ROBIN HIDES ITS WINGS
A ROBIN HIDES ITS WINGS BUT NOT ITS SONG
DEATH OF THE DUTCH ELM
TO KATE
I OPEN MYSELF WHEN YOU ARE THERE IN THE MIDST OOF OUR HAPPENINGS THE ARMOUR OFÂ OUTSIDE FADES AWAY I AM WITH YOU IN MY ELEMENT FOR ALL THAT HAS HAPPENED IS NOW NO MORE AND I AAM WITH YOU IN OUR FUTURE
Watership Down-  Murdering Rabbits At Beggers End we met them That cold day in November Hunting cattle on the road After the  fair in Naas Out from the trees they came Struggling on the road Large heads and eyes closed Rotting carcasses smelling everywhere We killed them with our sticks One blow and… Continue reading
I HAVE A GIFT OF ONE  I have a gift Of one To be alone with  sounds Trees lassoing tides A bag drumming in a hedge A crow mimicking a jackdaw A thrush learning a new tune  A stair lazing on the bridge One with the Being of One Alone in the multiples of… Continue reading

