Category Archives: Poems

READING THE LINES : A 1916 Commemorative Event

Fiery Arrow in association with Live Encounters
invite you to

READING THE LINES A 1916 Commemorative Event
at Tallaght Library

6pm – 8pm on Monday, 7 November 2016

Readers will include Platform One & Guests
Music courtesy of Tony Bardon

Refreshments will be served.

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“The idea behind Reading The Lines derives from William Butler Yeats’ Easter 1916. Poets  were invited to choose a line from this iconic work which resonated for them, either culturally, politically or historically. The chosen line was then given a new lease of poetic life, forming a transitional bridge from the now of 2016 to a century ago and the events which led up to or followed on from Ireland becoming a Republic.”
Eileen Casey, Irish Poet and Writer

Live Encounters Platform One Writers Easter

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Poem: Sacrificial Lamb

A poem inspired by William Butler Yeats’, Easter 1916, where a line which resonates was given a new lease of poetic life. *Full details below.

Published in Live Encounters, Reading the Lines, Easter 1916 Commemorative Edition, May 2016

Weary feet trudge onward. I unfold
my white handkerchief in a vain attempt
to quell unease. In my wake, bodies and decay.
I dab at gun-smoke streaming eyes, cover my nose.
Silent witness to the atrocities of war.

Children climb over rubbled buildings,
scavenging firewood to pile high
in the black baby pram. It squeals
in protest as they push it over debris
covered cobbled streets.

I’d heard of the death of a two year old.

“Caught in the crossfire,” I’d been told.
“A single shot fired, entered his pram,
penetrated his head. Yet his sibling,”
they said, “survived. Unharmed.”
I imagine I hear his cry.

Screams and bullets. Flames engulf buildings.
His mother, his sibling, how they must ache
for his sacrifice so Eire can be free,
a land he will never grow to see.

Now and in time to be,
wherever green is worn,
all changed, changed utterly:
A terrible beauty is born.

*“The idea behind Reading The Lines derives from William Butler Yeats’ Easter 1916. Poets  were invited to choose a line from this iconic work which resonated for them, either culturally, politically or historically. The chosen line was then given a new lease of poetic life, forming a transitional bridge from the now of 2016 to a century ago and the events which led up to or followed on from Ireland becoming a Republic.”
– Eileen Casey, Irish Poet and Writer

Live Encounters, July 2016

I’m delighted to have two of my poems, Lavender Scented Memories and Homeless, published in the July edition of Live Encounters which is edited by Geraldine Mills.

“Mary Oliver puts it very well when she says ‘poems are not words but fires for the cold, ropes to let down to the lost.’ That is what Live Encounters is, for the reader and the writer; when thrown into the cold sea of uncertainty, when we are in too deep and our feet can’t feel the bottom, it is the hand stretched out that pulls us safely to the shore.”
– Geraldine Mills, award winning Poet and Writer.

Her fiction and poetry is taught in universities in Connecticut, U.S.A. Her first children’s novel Gold has just been released by Little Island.

Live Encounters Poetry July 2016

Click here and go to pages 59 and 60 for my poems or click on Live Encounters where you can read or download the full publication for free, which includes poetry from:

Geraldine Mills – Guest Editorial and Poems
Barbara Flaherty – Reading the Barren Land
Dr Greta Sykes – Shipping News
Eileen Casey – After Midsummer’s Day
Jean James – Nothing is Fixed
Lynda Tavakoli – Conflict
Mary Melvin Geoghegan – As Moon and Mother Collide
Rachel Blum – Six Poems
Randhir Khare – Walking on Water
Shahbano Aliani – The Beloved Calls
Susan Condon – Selected Poems
Terry McDonagh – Lady Cassie Peregrina

 

Poem: Homeless

Awarded 1st Prize – SDCC European Week Against Racism Poetry Competition, 2012.

Oblivious, I shop in this busy city.
Warmly lit windows show their wares;
amidst the hustle and bustle of busy lives.

I watch you sit on ice cold concrete.

A young man, scrunched forward,
a woollen hat low on your head,
your shivering palm held upwards.

My heart reaches out to you.

Thin jumper pulled over knees.
Skinny, bare legs folded tight;
long feet flat on the ground.

Sockless, shoeless, homeless.

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Poem: Darkness

Awarded 3rd Prize – SCC City of Dublin VEC Poetry Competition, 2010.

Jostled from slumber,
Eyes look deep into shadows
Of an unfamiliar hotel room.

Darkness

Darkness (Photo credit: Roberto F.)

From the darkness,
Fear slowly manifests;
Shallow breath, hammering heart,
crescendo deafened ears.

Intently I strain to hear,
Cocooned beneath the duvet,
Foetal position, eyes open wide,
Until I sense fingers caress my cheek.

The darkness stirs,
A shimmering entity emerges,
Just outside my line of vision.
Intruder, ghost, spirit?
Evil or benign or . . .
I scream in terror.

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