‘The apple tree throws down its dead and we kneel, fools for its blackened, overripe flesh.’
and a walnut shell.
You could be a crab,
tired of the grainy shore,
the glucose whirl of a gluey sea.
This moss is her island, its dewy green . . .
patches on cream,
soft as calla lily.
the sand stepping-stones
of a shuffling huddle,
or shifting land –
a clinking crowd at ground.
where slate spills from the land
like prehistoric teeth.
I bite back, snap
with my new camera,
angled for scenic views,
fail to capture
that dead outreach,
I wanted to go to the sea, realised I hadn’t been in almost a year. Why? I love the sea. I grew …
Finding time to write has become more of a challenge since giving birth to my baby girl. Ok, let’s be honest here, finding time to do anything other than look after her has become a challenge! However, as she skips past the ten week mark old (yes, 10 weeks!) I can cheerfully say ‘I am getting more things done’.
on the line
between sand and sea
will not be enough
will not express
my homesick, long-hearted
fondness for here.
July can be a heady month; pollen still strong, the sun burgeoning. So far, this July has been a little damp and cooler than expected, but as a hay fever sufferer, I’m not complaining at all! I’ve been busy observing nature and scribbling fragments of summer micropoetry.
I feel like I’m caught up in a writing whirlwind at the moment. Lots of words are swirling around me – some, taking the form of poems, some, stories and many, (although sometimes it feels like not enough) are combining to take the shape of a novel.
Inspiration is a funny thing. It doesn’t always come from beauty or thrills. It can strike from a place where the sky is grey, the rain is continuous and the wind chills everything.
It’s natural, when entering a new year, to look back at the previous twelve months and I must say, 2013 was a very positive year for me.
Are you ready for part 2 of my West Cork adventure? Last week, I shared my Schull and Harvest Moon Festival experience. This week, I’m reflecting on time spent at Mizen Head, Barley Cove and Glengariff.
A Writing Round-up seems timely at a stage where I’m halfway through the year, have been working very hard and have a few successes to report! So, here goes:
I’m a regular at the circus, since moving to Ireland four years ago. My Mum-in-Law’s field provides the perfect base for visiting circuses and means that Hubs and I get free tickets! Circus Gerbola was the latest troupe of entertainers to settle in for the weekend.
I was performing poetry at Brewery Lane, Carrick-on-Suir last Friday. I was also battling a severe case of stage fright. Back when I ran a small publishing company called ‘Young Welsh and Poetic’, I read poetry regularly, for the most part at my own events, on my own terms.
I decided I had to post a poem in honour of All Ireland Poetry Day. The choice was easy as I’ve been looking back at Summer, feeling the familiar relief that it’s over and Autumn, in all its fiery brilliance is gaining prominence.
When I was watching Springwatch a month ago little did I know that I would be one of the lucky few to spot a Pine Marten. The animal was featured on the programme and named as a rare and endangered species.
I’ve been braving the elements again, shimmying in the summer rain, rocking the latest waterproof fashions, discovering riverside wildlife.I know how to live in these conditions (well, I’ve had plenty of practice over the soggy years).