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poetry & prose

#OctPoWriMo #2 – We write because we must

We write because we must These words require escape A release from being pent up, Caged like wild animals, pining for freedom. For the chance to explore, To find a place in the world All things need that freedom To... Continue Reading →


I stood at a viewpoint high on the hill Mountains of many hues in my view As birds wheeled and sang overhead Giving voice to the joy in my heart Ideas and worries, they all faded away No cares to... Continue Reading →

#OctPoWriMo 1 – How did I get here?

Ireland, Britain; India too I travel back into the past Searching, always searching For another generation to tell a tale To find ancestry and knowledge too Many lives have been and passed To bring me to the here and now... Continue Reading →

my poem My Heart, set to music and performed for #CultureNight2017

Picture isn't great, due to glare from the lights but sound is okay!/story.php?story_fbid=1953167841638630&id=1453570034931749


It is not death I fear But the thought of dying The leaving of this sphere It is not death I fear The loss of those held dear Pains most, there's no lying It is not death I fear But... Continue Reading →

The Songstress

She sang like a nightingale The crowd was ecstatic Their cries of Encore! Were a balm to her soul Her hair hangs like midnight Her face totally hidden Tears course her cheeks For the wondrous applause

Divisions 2017

Northern Ireland's Maginot Line Its Mason-Dixon, Rubicon, Hadrian's Wall, Great Wall of China, East and West Divide is fully in force! The map from these election results Is blindingly clear - There is no room For harmony, for rainbows, for... Continue Reading →

Where do lost memories go?

In a dusty, forgotten, drifting room Piano keys move by themselves In the mirror-world she plays Stroking delicate, milk-pale hands Over chords seen through a fog In a faded armchair an indentation sits Where he watches, listens, mourning Through a... Continue Reading →

Memories of yesteryear

Do ye remember the days we cut the turf? We'd hurry home up the road from school Throw off the uniform and bags to change To the normal oul jeans, wellies and shirts Then over the mountains or round the... Continue Reading →

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