You don’t sharpen your sword on the day of the battle. I have been thinking about these words ever since they were said to me
Category: Writing
Oh, to look upon the Ha’penny Bridge!
Oh, to look upon the Ha’penny Bridge! As I course through Dublin’s heart. From the Quays as passing forms flicker. Its floating umbrellas And snowdrift winter shadows. From
Dublin Poetry Map
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
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
