For the Fair Colleen

Across the moorlandflowing with bog cottonas white as snow,a wee black hooseempty topples,the spinning wheelhas froze and rustand crottle grows the chairwhere mammy, who nursedthe fair colleen,lies unforgotton. The scream: “níl aon ní úr faoin spéirach leis imeacht aimsirefearr is agamsa atá a fhiosthafearr is agamsa atá a fhios agus an bhuil a fhios agat … Read more

Gentlemen of the Rivers

The Gentleman of the River has passed beyond the brackish waterin to the great green-bluing unknown heavenly depthsbeyond the sand banks of knowing and yon glistening rocks of faithwhere the wild north sea of baying sea horses and moon-swellcry like a banshee to the fishers’ wrecks The Voice calls “walk upon the water of life”“be … Read more