Shelter from the Rain

Clouds, sun white circle the morning, fading dreams surf the edges. Serrated memories of a guitar, a lost brother to years strummed by.   Morning seeks shelter from drizzling rain. This ever changing season of falling leaves and winds shifting, laid bare across auburn fields beneath a cawing sky.   I recall the fresh scents […]

Snow hills in Helsinki

On the radio Massenet’s Meditation, and I picture a young girl in shimmering green playing the violin. I close my eyes stilled by the haunting melody. It takes me to snow hills in Helsinki where day and night are black. Candles flicker orange and warm circling sunless forests. Reflections from a frozen sea tint a […]

Beaded Dreams (11 November 2013, Remembrance Day)

Morning air stilled across a  poppy light dawn, rivulets of cloud ripple. The sea speckles gold and silver, fields an ardent green.   Tender yew fringes hallowed ground beyond the cemetery walls, where slices of autumn gather, dance flame, russet and ruby red on cold marble stone.   A lace cobweb spans angel wings shreds […]

Sunlit Rye (for Sarah on her 29th Birthday) 14/10/13

Wildflower Child For Sarah   She sweeps the room with her glowing smile, her long dress swishes behind trailing the dawn.   Sunlit hair, argent like a field of rye, bronzed skin glistens with mist from the surf and the breeze in her breath speaks in wildflower rhythms, spinning and dancing like seeds on the […]

Autumn Glory

In the stillness of my garden I bask in September sunshine, white linen on the line billows in the breeze. Glitters of sky sparkle through the maple, my summer garden gone to seed, colours gently fading. Tart Bramley bow, heavy, ripe for the picking. The cat leaps clasping the clear air a butterfly escapes… she […]

Mellow Lane

Rain courses down the hillside scurries under the galvanised gates, slumps the bumps of a wide grassy lane drips from darting brambles of ruddy berried hedgerows. In the stillness of morning I open my window, scan Banbridge countryside for the first time.   A cock crows in the distance and I can almost taste the […]

Altamount in Co. Carlow, Ireland

Altamont is an old family home in Co. Carlow. Ireland. It is abandoned now but the gardens and lake are magnificent and well kept. It is free to enter and has so many gardens within the garden, it is magical. I tried to capture some of it in this poem. Idyllic Altamont   Old stone […]

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