PROTECTION (ODE TO THE MORRIGAN) Dark to light, death to rebirth You predict who will fall in battle The Morrigan rising; protector of all Bless our land and these cattle. The owl, the wolf, and the eel Souls of the dead and the living The power of healing by dawn and by night Psychic crow…… Continue reading Protection (a poem).
Blackberry picking and listening to poetry
In honour of the season and of one of my favourite poets, I recorded ‘Blackberry-Picking’ by Seamus Heaney. Listen here: Blackberry-Picking BY SEAMUS HEANEY Late August, given heavy rain and sun For a full week, the blackberries would ripen. At first, just one, a glossy purple clot Among others, red, green, hard as a knot. You…… Continue reading Blackberry picking and listening to poetry
‘Restored’. A tribute to the human spirit.
LISTEN TO THE POEM: RESTORED It’s no secret They failed to silence you Even as you struggled with mud-caked wings For you were cherished by silver birch And carried by the wind. Honeybees sought the song in your throat When dawn was a hoarse whisper The sun bestowed its morning dew And clover willed your…… Continue reading ‘Restored’. A tribute to the human spirit.
A poem for the poets. Listowel Writer’s Week 2022.
Writer’s Week was fun, and today was the last day, so misty grey weather could not deter me from cycling into town for an open mic. I did not realise it was a competition (I avoid them), but the rain was pelting down at that stage, and sure what else would you be doing on…… Continue reading A poem for the poets. Listowel Writer’s Week 2022.
Social art and spuds
Photo by Polina Tankilevitch on An international project by Ana Nunez Rodriguez looked at how the humble spud connects global cultures. Thank you Ana for including my poem ‘Granny’s Mash’. Listen to it here.
Tin cans and potato mash
Today I put holes in these tin cans then filled each one with horse manure and soil to act as a nursery for seeds. The allotments are in a huge field, and my plot is very exposed. Being at a windy part of the site keeps me cautious: I want to make sure that all…… Continue reading Tin cans and potato mash
Gaia and the warlord
This poem / song is one that I wrote a few years ago. It feels apt to share it again this Spring… GAIA AND THE WARLORD Only she and the moon could know the graveyard of his mind fraught with nameless terrors and thoughts of the killing kind; a tyranny of errors and insects fighting…… Continue reading Gaia and the warlord