Us & Then (Exabyte)
Billows of dust
Thickened and dry
Colour of rust
Blotting the sky
Comments flicker in the fallen night
(A trillion stars in a trillion galaxies)
Flickering, bickering, faraway old light of
Go on, get …
Summer Solstice, 2017
To watch from a distance
The world settle in for its night
From a bank high up under the Skye Road
Where I can make out
The comforts of lights in windows
And cars in drives
This poem is called Breaking News
This is it guys
Clear the decks
This is breaking
I want pictures
Get the victim names
Find them on Facebook
Cross reference with LinkedIn:
We need names, faces, stories, now
The body it waits, all tensed up
For the next sudden ping,
And from the top of the stomach,
When it hits,
Nerves spark and jitter.
The body is wired from the mind to the world,
[Permission required …
The car jolts and rocks along the track, as though dragged by chains to a chased beast.
I am the beast.
The indistinct greyed-over bogs and swollen rivers coming down the hills whish by the windows
I am …
Let’s Get Angry and Call it Like it is.
There is not enough
Fire in the game,
Or teeth in the trough.
The peace of your pieces;
Shake from the smoke,
Sparks to the breezes.
Am I in a trap?
Did I build it myself?
The punt bobs on the waves between Broochen and the point of Fournaugh
This is no weather for fishing; no weather for anything bar the
Seat next to …
Máméan, Pass of the Birds
According to legend, St. Patrick blessed Connemara from a well at the top of the pass, and slept there (“Leaba Padraic”=”Patrick’s bed”), though to my limited knowledge there was stuff going on there before that …
The Glann road follows the western edge of Lough Corrib from Oughterard towards Maam, ending close to the foothills of the Maamturk mountains. The lake narrows towards its Northwestern corner, with peninsulas like the Hill of Doon coming within a …
Daffodils rising, raising yellow heads to bob in March winds.
Driving from Aberdeen across a Scottish Motorway,
Over the Irish sea in the belly of a ferry
South from Belfast and west from Dublin
West to Galway City and beyond,…
W.B. Yeats visited a public school in Waterford in 1926, and there, as an ageing man among the young children, his mind wanders, first to Maud Gonne, to youth, and in an unexpected way, to something universal and beautiful: Among …
The smallest thing; flap of a finch’s wing
Dart of a blackbird’s eye
Rising of spring from buried roots with a cry
Strange to be here again
Late, behind schedule, delayed, out of time,
Yet back at the beginning, where …
An artist regrets having never committed
Streets outside the curtains
Draw me back
A bad sketch of a hollow tune
Hums above the others in the room
For her, my vacant ruin.
Waking in a strange old bed can be …
Do not forget me when the door clicks shut
Let me linger and fidget as a breeze
I would prefer to persist
Like the smell of toast or coffee or Febreeze
And my foregone exit resist
The lake at its …
Rainy Day in Renvyle
Rain sweeps across the wide open,
Clouds rolling in from the west,
Tears from the sky set in motion
Blown by a wind that won’t rest.
Ceaseless the changes chase over,
The shelterless landscape at speed.…
Sit, sit and be still. Douse that ragged brain in cold water. let it sting until you settle, finally awake.
The preacher stands waiting at the gate. Is he coming or going, hearing or telling? With your finger raised to …
In need of
Stripped down, the workmanship laid bare,
Twisted knuckles hang in the air.
At the doorway, pause, freeze, statue-solid,
Like you had never read and your ghost had just disappeared,
And armies marched across your …
So a verse-
Am G D (fingerpicked)…
When she pressed on her glasses and drew the words near
Their shape and their meaning began to ring clear
The humdrum around her then faded away
And her mind drifted back to an earlier day
Where raucous and ready …
And there it goes now again,
Trinkets and snippets,
Whipped up in a windless whippet,
Caught and carried through dreamless air
To a foreign lair.
And here I hold you tight again,
As if today’s embrace could shorten
Tomorrow’s distance …