Magic Words Poetry Reading
It can be lonely in lockdown. It’s a state we’re getting used to, but it doesn’t get any easier. I think it’s important to communicate through the channels that are still available to us and to cherish every precious word.
Eggshell Flesh – A Poem for National Poetry Day
Happy National Poetry Day! This year’s theme is ‘Vision’, which put me in mind of one of my most popular poems, ‘Eggshell Flesh’.
Perspective – Poetry Reading
Could the way we look at things change what happens to us? Welcome to ‘Perspective’ – Episode 2 in a new series of poetry readings. All the poems in this series are available to watch here and on YouTube. Each poem in this particular episode came from a poetry prompt, issued by Poetry Ireland’s Poet…
Nature Heals – Poetry Reading
When we are held still, let us be held close to all that grows . . .
Day Trip Philosophy – a Poem for Dad
Day Trip Philosophy is a poem that remembers my Dad. It focuses on the memory of a day trip to Gliffaes Country Hotel, where we would often go for tea. The grounds were vast and seemed full of stories. There was a little wooden hut, where people could take pause before heading down to the…
Let Down – Poetry Reading
Let Down is a lockdown poem sprinkled with fairytale magic, ready to tell a story in verse and tell it out loud . . .
We Speak – a Poem for Parents
‘We Speak’ is a poem for mums and dads. As parents, our days are already tightly bound by routine – early starts, healthy meals at sensible intervals, drop offs and pick ups, not so early bedtimes and middle of the night calls . . . Since lockdown and the closure of schools, our time has…
Attracta Fahy – Live for Fly on the Wall – Review
Attracta Fahy’s chapbook, ‘Dinner in the Fields’ has been my close companion in lockdown. I have lived the East Galway landscape through the words – all that golden warmth, long summers, the texture of grass, hay and stone . . . In Killererin, graveyards lose their spectral frames, become part of the community, and through…
Lost Summer – Poem
The sea is more than foam and see through water. It is memory and it is living. Although I live quite far away from the sea these days, I carry both its sparkle and its raging turbulence – I have seen all of its moods and when I come back into its presence, I think…