THE JUDGEMENT OF THE SHADOWS

  Did we smile at each other, at least, at all, before the bond broke that day, that morning, after the dawn rose in all its innocence, imperceptive of how it would part us, ignorant of the virtue you’d lost and the sadness it would cost. And did you feel the judgment of the shadows? […]

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TURBULENT SACRIFICE

  Mama was an unmarried mother at the end of the summer of 75 as Joni hissed of the snakes in the gardens of complacency where ignorance was still very much alive. Mama was only a girl in the growing and possibly no more than just 18 when she bent down and placed a kiss […]

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UP IN DUBLIN, KILMAINHAM GAOL

  ‘If our deed has not been sufficient to win freedom, then our children will win it by a better deed.’ Patrick H. Pearse, President of the Provisional Government of Irish Republic, Kilmainham Gaol, May 2nd 1916, later executed at 3.30am, 3rd May, by the gunshots of 12 soldiers. He was 36 years old. He […]

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BITTER BRIDGES

  Clouds cross the skies and trains cross countries while we cross each other only at jagged junctions and obstinate intersections, cluttered with catastrophes or below bitter bridges that bridge no boundaries, basked only in blackness, always shadow, never light, always almost, never right here, right now, right moment, while clouds still cross skies and […]

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THE LIGHT IS TOO LIGHT

  Light leaks like water dripping from the faucet. You called me baby before you really knew me and stopped calling at all, afterwards drip… drip… nothing. Light lingers in quite corners like memories that refuse to flicker, not acknowledging that the night has fallen. We pour over each other like liquid on a perched […]

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A FISH CAUGHT ON THE CURVE OF THE MOON

  Love is a red Russian rose on the run, a bouquet to brush the blues from their burdens. Hope is his hand on her head in the night, taking flight as that blue bird darkens. But her moon was in Pisces and she was said to be expunged by her sensitive soul but in […]

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GPO 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… General Post Office 1 Beneath the pillars of your past, I posted letters between […]

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