Saturday, March 24, 2007

Clocks

Clocks
Life is like a
candlelight
procession.
Winding away
from the light.
Shifting shape
and form.
Beating in time
ever more slowly
and branching out
until we cannot
see the wood
from the trees.
The greens
turning to gold.
Buried Shrouded
in darkness.
Like a red shift.
Clocks should
measure.
Photograph: Loughcrew/ A view
from Carbane East.

Saturday, March 10, 2007

Boyne Berries

Boyne Berries

"Boyne Berries" is a literary magazine
published by the Boyne Writers' Group
in Trim Co. Meath. It was successfully
launched in the Castle Arch Hotel by
Minister Noel Dempsey and includes
contributions from poets as far afield
as Canada, Africa, India, Europe, England
and of course much closer to home.
Anyone familiar with the poetry scene in
Ireland will recognise many of the names
included here and there are stories too.
"Jimmy" says it all and "A Night in Provence"
reminds me of an American who on arriving
in a small French provincial town late one
night discovered the streets were rolled up.
It was 10 pm. But that's another story.
The poems have a descriptive or appeal
to the personal quality often contrasted
by a quirky or even dark humour.
Interesting and easily worth €5 Euro.

Image: Front cover of Magazine.

Saturday, March 3, 2007

In the quiet of the noise


In the quiet of the noise

In the quiet of the noise
The moments die
Side by side
Places where you
Can't wake up
The stations flashing by
Like warning signs
Don't walk
The past and future's tied
Just watch the light
Kaleidoscope
Across the centuries
The sanctuaries of night
For just a while these hours
And race against the tide
Conquistadores
Playing games
Till nowhere left to hide
But the reflections
When the day was yours
In the quiet of the noise.
Photograph: The sea at
Spanish Point
Co. Clare 1996.