I am delighted to learn that two of my poems have been selected to form part of the Dublin Poetry Map. Supported by Poetry Ireland and
Category: Writing
Time Waits
Striking, green and crimson, My row of slender tulips; The petals formed, But not as fully As I would like. Lapping, gentle and hushed,
The Art of St. Stephen’s Green
On the wrought iron railings of St. Stephen’s Green, beneath a rustling canopy of June foliage, a transient gallery of paintings waits patiently for a
You
You are in every flower. You float languidly through my mind like small clouds sailing across the ocean of a July afternoon. The back of my hand lies
Star of Wonder
It sat quietly in the darkness of a green velvet box, unable to tell of the Christmases it had seen as it looked outwards from
