Fragility: My body, the house I live in, compact, chunky solid, taken for granted, compared out. When it no longer functions, gives up, burns out, does my spirit, the essence housed inside, go as well? Or, like some mystics believe, … Continue reading
Monthly Archives: April 2012
I want my heart to dance to sway to the rhythm of my soul, keep time with the allegro of my spirit. … Continue reading
Weaving a web of wondrous words into a centre that cannot hold them, verses expand ever outward in a widening orb of sonorous sounds that, like a spider’s web caught in dawn’s ambient light, exposes an exquisite poetic design that … Continue reading
The stone that found me at An Creagán has joined others From fields and beaches travelled; Santa Barbara, Connemara, Grand Canyon, Bays Bodega, Clew, Chesapeake, Spanish Point, Yellowstone, Geneva, Lakes Michigan, Swilly, Tahoe, Oceans Pacific and Atlantic. Talismans marking life’s … Continue reading
Vista Sun-washed salt-marsh shore Rainbow fragment Heron wading with measured steps Solitary walker Distant snow-capped mountain range Horseback rider Fishing boats’ crews setting nets Window framed. Spring A plethora of birds ply the airspace out my bedroom window; hawks, seagulls, … Continue reading
By Paddy Mulan Miss Flood stood wooden-faced, at the front of the class. She was a formidable figure, heavy without being fat, with dyed brown hair swept up and back, Maggie Thatcher style. Beside her and dressed in a white … Continue reading
Every morning after turning on my computer, I access The American Heritage Dictionary program and its word for the day. This day, the word that came up was: Zymurgy – The branch of chemistry that deals with the fermentation process, … Continue reading
By Paddy Mulan Miss Flood stood wooden-faced, at the front of the class. She was a formidable figure, heavy without being fat, with dyed brown hair swept up and back, Maggie Thatcher style. Beside her and dressed in a white … Continue reading
Paddy Mulan This is just to say It was not my fault. So many years apart, On a ship That never sailed. To see you And never hold you. Wire deliberately placed So tantalisingly close That our fingers Even stretched, … Continue reading
By Paddy Mulan It was a special day. Rory’s twenty-first. Where was he? Why had he not come like a knight in shining armour and swept her away? They could set up home like a proper family. Sinead still clung … Continue reading
