THE TRUTH IN THE WATER for Poetry Day Ireland

  It’s Poetry Day Ireland so I am supporting from abroad. This year’s theme is Truth or Dare so throughout the day I will be posting a few of my older poems on Truth and a few more on being Irish… The Truth in the Water I see you, this morning in sweeping reflections in […]

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COLOUR IS WAITING

  And still we will come to lick the honey from the purple petal and still we will come to root out the weeds of worthlessness in gardens where others eat up all that is beautiful. Time turns and we, in turn, follow its path, suns set and the moon shows us its song, hold […]

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BLACK IS ONLY SHADOW

  Winter has grey wings, feathers of sodden soot that come from concrete clouds too dense to discern any light beyond. Winter spawns grey wings but spring is an architect of possibility by a canal of colour that sweeps in after the fright of the frost and baths us in a blithe breath that blows […]

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THE BLACK OF NIGHT

  See, he says to the child by his side, see how the water rises. Wait, he says to the child by his side, to see how life surprises. Dark, he says, is the black of night, the stars too far to enlighten. But day, he says to the child in his wake, brings a […]

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THE DREAM; SUNDAY NIGHT, ALMOST LIGHT

  The Dream; Sunday Night, Almost Light. I dream of dark nights that cannot hold their identity tight, that break into tight pieces of light when mind succumbs to dream’s dimension and stumbles (still sweaty under sheets) upon hidden altar in open field, light cast as day amid dark of night, depth of dream, this […]

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HEMEROSCOPIUM

  I build sentences in the mind that had no existence before, a platform to ponder in a place that doesn’t exist, in truth, until it’s been told. I move through this Hemeroscopium like an architect building a house into a home, unearthing light to contrast the shadow my thoughts have been confined in, a […]

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