Seven glowing transparent figures holding hands in a circle on a grassy field at dusk.

Embodiments of Virtues

Following the last number of poems which were a part of a series of poetry that explored Celtic or Irish Folklore, it was time to switch things up and compopse a poem for folks. But this poem is a move back to the stricter format. But yet there is a difference. I have created this … Continue reading Embodiments of Virtues

Forest trail surrounded by green trees and blooming bluebell flowers in misty conditions

Steps to the Spring

There are times when I complete a poem and think, "what do I say about this for readers could go on this journey?". But on this occasion, there was only one word I could say.. Nothing!! This is the 4th in the series of poems that carried me on a journey of self discovery as … Continue reading Steps to the Spring

Man leaving rustic stone cottage onto garden pathway during twilight

My Poetry Journey: From Boundaries to Freedom

Learning to Undress My Words Growing up in and around the town of Charleville in North County Cork was always enjoyable, yet for me it also brought a number of challenges to overcome. I grew up with a speech impediment (a stammer or stutter), which caused more than a few difficulties throughout childhood. At times … Continue reading My Poetry Journey: From Boundaries to Freedom

Open door of a stone cottage at dusk with warm interior lights and flowers outside

Between The Lights

In considering methods and what it would take for me to put today's Poem together. In itself eventually took me on a journey of its own that will reveal to be what is a departure from my usual style of writing. This is because some tales within a poem dictates its own style. Therefore for … Continue reading Between The Lights

Lit fireplace next to wooden table with comb, cup, and journal by open window at dusk

The Silver Comb

Greetings, For today's poem we continue on the journey we began last week. If you're travelling with me still, I am truly grateful. If you are joining me for the first time, you are just as welcome, every step along this path has it's own story and it's own magic. As I mentioned before, this … Continue reading The Silver Comb

Coastal village with green fields, houses, harbor, and low-hanging mist over mountain

Hollow Hill

For today's Poem, I have the great honour of both introducing, and displaying something that I have yearned to do for the longest time and also had dreamed of for so many years. But I believed doing this to any form that would do it justice. This Poem will be the first in a series … Continue reading Hollow Hill