Shiver – Storm Poem
The wind soothsays in the key of G, sighing, I match my tone to his. In our duet I hold out strong, harmonise . . .
Cat Shadow – Halloween Poem
A cat is a witch’s companion of choice. A cat is also a household pet. Both identities sit at ease within the animal’s elegant frame. Cats are hunters, game players and claw wielders, yet they crave the attention, warmth and sustenance that an owner can provide. Halloween is the perfect time to explore the complicated…
Paths – Poetry of Seasons
‘Paths’ is a poem about that crossover time between autumn and winter; for me, characterised by falling yellow leaves and the appearance of chestnuts underfoot. For the first 6 years of my life in Ireland, I lived beside one of the gates into Curraghmore Estate, (the historical house and grounds belonging to the Marquis of…
A Poem for National Poetry Day
The floral fade of a battered couch, background to the fiercest moment, when I was happy to feel your skin warm my skin.
Sequins – Poem
The poem, ‘Sequins’ aims to breathe life back into a time when I felt joy from my head to my toes. In my late teens and early twenties I loved buying a new dress for a night out. On one occasion, I purchased a dress totally covered in silver sequins. I looked like a human…
Beetle – Nature Poem
The beetle of this poem is a creature of reality. I encountered it four years ago at Mahon Falls and knew then, it would become inspiration for a nature poem. I had never seen a creature like it; satiny black, resoundingly present. I could almost hear it hum. Standing at the crossroads between summer and…
The Line – Poetry of the Sea
To lie on the line between sand and sea will not be enough, will not express my homesick longing for this one shore.
Wounded Boat – Poem
He kneels in the twilight, spinning moon disc hot with the surgical grind of steel, the bleed now sparking sickness, weeping fire from the fountain wound.
Daisy-Chained Summers – Poetry of Childhood
Over long, daisy-chained summers I wondered how an imaginary horse might move, I took on the actions, my hands were the hooves, my feet made the noise and as I galloped, friend after friend joined me, became a parade.