Before folks read any of my posts, I ask that you become aware of a few little issues / details. Up to this point these have been placed at the bottom of each post I have made in recent months. But I thought it to be a little more tidy and also more visable to … Continue reading Information & Contact
I've had a number of requests for archives, but due to my current Theme style I cannot add archives to menu system on top. Therefore until I find a new theme that is more suitable and easier to navigate, here is a quick outline on how to find archives on this blog. From the homescreen … Continue reading How to find Archives
Introduction to An Eochair Sometimes the most meaningful things are not the ones that call out loudest – they are the ones half-hidden in mud and dust, waiting for someone to stop, kneel down, and look closely. This poem grew from such a moment: finding an old, rusted key lying where the ruts meet the … Continue reading An Eochair
Introduction for Where First Love waits: There are some roads that never truly close behind us – quiet boreens we walked long ago, where the grass still holds the impression of our steps, and sunlight still falls just so on hawthorn and hedge. This poem began in one such place:a summer when I was a … Continue reading Where First Love Waits
Introduction to Keeper of Rún Walk an old country road in Ireland, and you will meet them: gates patched and pieced together with twisted wire, rough timber and rusted iron – mended not for show, but because they matter. They have stood through storm and sunshine, leaned on by cattle, climbed by children, held open … Continue reading Keeper of Rún
Some trees are more than wood and leaves - they are guardians, standing long after the walls built around them have crumbled to moss. This ancient yew grows at the very heart of Muckross Abbey’s cloister, its roots tangled in centuries of prayer, and silence. Ancient Yew Tree that has grown in that spot from … Continue reading The Yew of Muckross
Introduction to Where Words Wait Some days the pen feels heavy, the mind crowded, and every line you try to force just slips away like dust on a breeze. This poem comes from one of these days – from stepping out instead, onto the sun-warmed lanes that you know, and learning what the land has … Continue reading Where Words Wait
Introduction: About This Poem There are stories we carry for a lifetime, then lose to the fading of memory – names, dates, the exact turn of a phrase. But the land does not forget. It holds every tyre-mark, every footstep, every mile travelled with someone you love. This poem walks the roads that a couple … Continue reading The Road Never Forgets
Introduction to: where Love Remains There are days when the world looks bright and familiar, yet something feels quietly out of reach – as if a light we know well has slipped just beyond our sight. This poem began with that feeling: walking the country lanes I have known all my life, seeing all the … Continue reading Where Love Remains
Introduction to “Where the Lane Grows Quiet” Some roads are made to hurry along, to get you from one place to another as fast as you can go. But a bóithrín – a small lane, a boreen - is made for slowing down. It asks you to set aside your rush, to notice the dust … Continue reading Where the Lane Grows Quiet
A Note Before We Walk There is a kind of magic found only on a narrow boreen - that quiet, unhurried path winding through the countryside, far from the noise of roads and clocks. When you step onto it at a slow, steady pace, time softens. The sun filters differently through the hedges, every birdcall … Continue reading Good Things Grow Slowly
An Grá Geal (The Bright Love / The True Beloved) Introduction: An Grá Geal Or (The Bright Love / The True Beloved) is written in the ancient tradition of Personifying the land as a beloved – a custom deep in Irish poetry, where Éire, Banba and Fódhla ( names of ancient Gaelic goddesses who have … Continue reading An Grá Geal
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