Sky Spirit – Micropoetry
Sky Spirit is a piece of micropoetry about the ghostly, magical effect dew can have on dandelion clocks and grass. It aims to capture a line of communication extended by nature. I wrote it some years ago and have given it a little polish for a new audience. Enjoy! Sky Spirit Micropoetry It could have…
Fantasy’s Stamp – Poetry
Fantasy’s stamp is upon this sky From the cloud dust remains of a quartet of ghosts, they grow, gather pace on the carousel,
Micropoetry: This Moss is her Island
This moss is her island, its dewy green . . .
Rediscovering The Sea
I wanted to go to the sea, realised I hadn’t been in almost a year. Why? I love the sea. I grew up with it. I think it was something to do with being pregnant. In the first trimester, I felt sick and scared about what was going to happen to my body. In the…
Micropoetry and the Hairy Molly
I’ve been looking out for a certain kind of caterpillar, thinking of its presence as a sign; a prime indicator that autumn is here. The caterpillar I refer to is known as a ‘Hairy Molly’. I think this is actually a slang term for the larvae of the fox moth, but don’t quote me. I’ve…
Blossom, Bird Fights and Bumblebees
Right now, I have a stunning view from my window. The tree across the road is wearing a badge of blossom. It looks like a wedding guest, proud to show off some fresh blooms for the occasion.
Alive and Spiky! A Hedgehog Calls
Imagine the scene. My husband cheerfully mowing the lawn, when a sudden movement catches his eye. Is it a rat, a mouse with a mohawk? No, it’s a hedgehog. Cue, sigh of relief!
Hill Watching, The Clancys and Ormond Castle
My weekend was pretty different, inspiring me to write about a cluster of experiences. I have been surprised by the weather, intriguing landscapes, an historic building and a local festival. The fun began with a picnic overlooking stunning views on the way to Clonmel (see pic).