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

A horse standing by a stone wall next to a country road at sunset.

Keeper of Rún

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