Poems
Louis De Paor
The Singer
These two here in front of me
think he’s singing to only themwhen he plays a loving lament,
their fingers ache to be homewhere they can play on each
other till morning. The lonelyand the old flames are…
Category:Celtic FUSION
Addamstown
David O’Reilly
Title card reads:
“2031”
FADE IN:
EXT. HOUSING ESTATE–DAY
A YOUNG WOMAN walks along a painted line as if walking an invisible tightrope. She is
dressed in DARK CLOTHES, with a LONG CAPE that goes down to her knees. She…
Poems
Mary O’Malley
Geography
Connemara has one language, two tongues.
It is knowing everyone’s faults but your own.
It is never pulling together except in trouble
And then uniting.
It is not a brand name. It is a place.
It is not a…
Strangeland
David O’Reilly
SCROLLING TEXT
“Although Ireland maintained its neutrality throughout the Second World War, over 38,000 Irish citizens contributed to the British war effort, working in British factories, and enlisting in the British armed forces and Merchant Navy.”
FADE IN:
EXT. FIELD–DAY…
Poems
Ailbhe Ní Ghearbhuigh
You were driving by the sea /
in the dream, /
explaining your regret, /
why you led us not into temptation. / ...
Poems
Gerard Smyth
I tried to smile while she plucked /
the old bandage from the red line of hurt /
where the scalpel did its abrasive work /
and the yellowing bruise / ...
Poems
John Walsh
I met Emily Dickinson down on Grafton Street. /
On a Saturday afternoon, there was hardly room /
to sneeze. When I first saw her, I was fascinated /
by her hair, tied back in a bun. I just stood / ...
Poems
Val Nolan
Before the by-pass /
This had been the by-pass. /
Fields of sick conifers. Tender verges. /
Black birds hacking at a multitude / ...
Poems
Paul McMahon
She put her small nose, pierced with a pearl, /
To the open gramophone of the flowers, /
One then the other, breathing both in, /
Before getting up and walking casually / ...