Author: Pat Fitzgerald

I was born and spent my younger years in a small town between the boundaries of County Cork and County Limerick. The Little Town Of Charleville has a special place in my heart and one I always will call home. I have lived on the western edge of Cork City in the south of this country since 1988. Although I am a country boy at heart , needs were that living where I still reside was the most important. I have been blessed in my life with 4 Children, the youngest of whom passed away in 2001 at age of 5 years. And the others walk this life in their own areas. I believe that Our paths in Life dictate much in our future and our walk in life. But we make our own path in life by the choices we make each day, either for good or bad. My Faith is most important to me in my life. It is my Faith that keeps me going both in times of need and in the good times. I am a Christian (non denominational). I am a poet and consider it to be a learning process as I continue to learn and write. I also Poetry use as a means to clear my mind. Photography is more of a hobby and pastime which I enjoy and find it fun to learn a little more in this field.

From High Hearth to Harbour

by Pat Fitzgerald, posted in Poetry

On a sunny Sunday, I climbed 200 meters of sharp, uneven rock-steps – far steeper than they first look – up above Gougane Barra, under the Sheehy Mountains. What people call “the source of the Lee” sits easy to reach, fenceed in beside the road.. But the river keeps its true beginning higher still; on … Continue reading From High Hearth to Harbour

Two people walking on a snowy path at night with one holding a flashlight

The Bog Road Flows

by Pat Fitzgerald, posted in Poetry

Having enjoyed putting the last poem together and especially The Hybrid Style I composed that poem in, I wanted to work on a little more. This was when it took a route of its own, or so it seems with me and my writings. Introduction Some memories lie quiet in the mind for years, almost … Continue reading The Bog Road Flows

Where the Old Head Remembers

by Pat Fitzgerald, posted in Poetry

When I set out to write this, I found myself asking what shape the words should take. Should I tie it to a strict steady rhyme like AABB, neat and regular? But the more I thought about it, the more I felt that kind of fixed structure wouldn’t quite fit what I wanted to say. … Continue reading Where the Old Head Remembers

Sunset illuminating rocky cliffs and ocean waves crashing below

The Cliff Walk Collection

by Pat Fitzgerald, posted in Poetry

A couple of days ago, I published a poem that is in fact part one of a three part collection of poems. The Cliff walk Collection is what I have called this series of poetry. I decided to publish all three together now , becase they all fit so well together and read not as … Continue reading The Cliff Walk Collection

Winding stone pathway along rugged cliffside with large ocean waves crashing below

The Wall and the Water

by Pat Fitzgerald, posted in Poetry

Earlier in the week, the first of a series of three poems. At the Edge of Earth and Ocean was the first of the three poems. The Southern Pulse was the second Poem of this series. and this poem is the third and follows below. Each Poem is composed in different styles and each style … Continue reading The Wall and the Water

Person standing on rocky coastal cliff overlooking turbulent ocean at sunset

The Southern Pulse

by Pat Fitzgerald, posted in Poetry

At the start of this week, I composed a series of three Poems from out of One scenery, one place that never ceases to provide me peace of mind. But from out of this place not one poem but three, each poem bringing a different style. The first Poem of this series, was published on … Continue reading The Southern Pulse

Coastal cliffs with waves crashing and a person standing near the edge at sunset

At the Edge of Earth and Ocean

by Pat Fitzgerald, posted in Poetry

Greetings all, Following weeks of exploring my trek through Celtic Folklore, I have decided to end any further move into folklore for poetry at this point in time. Having laid all that aside, Today's Poem has a special treat (for me mostly so.) I am composing a poem that struck me on a recent day … Continue reading At the Edge of Earth and Ocean

Person wearing a hooded cloak sitting by a small stream surrounded by trees at dusk

The Watcher of the Old Blood

by Pat Fitzgerald, posted in Poetry

In today's Post, I am returning to the recent series that retells folklore in Poetry form. This also helps me to move between Poetry forms and styles. Following a little break away from the series of poems that carried us on a journey and helped me as a poet to explore my own writing style … Continue reading The Watcher of the Old Blood

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

Embodiments of Virtues

by Pat Fitzgerald, posted in Poetry

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

by Pat Fitzgerald, posted in Poetry

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