How to find Archives

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

An Irish country laneway (boreen) at the very first turn of autumn, where summer is just departing. Narrow winding lane disappearing into the distance, flanked by ancient hedgerows and stone walls. The leaves are mostly still green but with the first hints of gold, amber and russet creeping in at the edges. Soft, golden late-summer light filtering through the canopy, casting dappled shadows on the lane. A gentle mist in the distance. Wildflowers fading at the verges. The mood is quiet, nostalgic, bittersweet — the last warmth of summer lingering. Painterly, atmospheric, deeply Irish.

Bóithrín Turn

Introduction For Bóithrín Turn There is a quiet, unspoken wisdom in the land itself — and nowhere more so than along an old bóithrín. That narrow, winding country lane that has seen every season come and go. It does not need to tell you the world is turning; it knows before you do. This poem … Continue reading Bóithrín Turn

Muddy country path beside a wooden fence beneath a large tree

Held Breath

Introduction To Held Breath Some poems arrive with a destination already in mind. Others simply begin walking. Held Breath was one of the latter. The starting point was a simple challenge: write about something that has been waiting. I knew only that whatever was waiting should not be named, and that the reader should be … Continue reading Held Breath

An old Irish boreen, narrow winding country road pathway, lush high grass on the verges, medium-high traditional hedgerows on both sides, opening onto rolling green fields and countryside beyond, soft natural light, atmospheric and timeless, rural Ireland landscape photography style

What They Left Behind

Introduction To What They Left Behind Some poems begin with an image, others with a question. Some grow out of memory, and others rise from the land itself—from those quiet places where nothing is lost, only intentionally left behind. This Poem began with a challenge: to find one small, ordinary thing on an old boreen … Continue reading What They Left Behind

Muddy country path beside a wooden fence beneath a large tree

An Bóithrín

Introduction to An Bóithrín An Bóithrín began as a quiet challenge: to find poetry in one small, overlooked thing lying half hidden on an old path — something worn, ordinary, full of unwritten stories. What grew from that is not rhymed or formal — it chose free verse because this kind of landscape does not … Continue reading An Bóithrín

Weathered Irish cottage beside winding boreen

The House That Remembers

Introduction to The House That Remembers Some places do not forget. They hold the light of hands that tended flowers, the warmth of fires that burned long into winter evenings, the quiet stories of those who once called them home – even when the doors stand open, and the people have long since gone. This … Continue reading The House That Remembers

Winding rural lane between moss-covered stone walls at sunset

When the Veil Grows Soft

Personal Note: There are a few occasions throughout each year, that what we call ‘the Veil’ grows thin. This is in regards to Irish folklore and this is a veil between the land of what we see and that which we cannot see. For when that grows thin, activity of the supernatural becomes much more … Continue reading When the Veil Grows Soft

Overgrown stone fireplace ruins surrounded by grass and plants in a foggy meadow

The Place That No Longer Exists

Introduction To The Place That No Longer Exists: There are places the eye passes without seeing. A hollow beneath the grass, a broken line beneath the thorn, a patch of ground where nothing appears to remain. The walker moves on, following no path in particular, while the land keeps quietly what once belonged there. A … Continue reading The Place That No Longer Exists

Stone Shed with wooden door and lit lantern during rainfall in forest

The Last Lantern

Introduction to The Last Lantern There are places that hold time like Dust — quiet corners, stone sheds tucked at field edges, where the world slows and softens, and the past lingers, not as a shout, but a hush. This poem walks gently into one such place; an old shed, weathered by rain and years, … Continue reading The Last Lantern

Road junction with signposts showing distances to Ennistymon, Lahinch, Lisdoonvarna, and Ballyvaughan on a foggy countryside road

Crosbhóthar na gCuimhní

About Crosbhóthar na gCuimhní: Some places hold more than roads – they hold lives. This poem began not in a book, nor in a story told by one person, but in the quiet heart of a crossroads in North County Cork – where four roads meet, where four parishes touch,where once a little house and … Continue reading Crosbhóthar na gCuimhní

Rusty old key stuck vertically in damp forest soil with fallen leaves

An Eochair

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