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

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

Intricate golden strands of light weaving over a swirling blue and gold background.

Where the Quiet Is Woven

During the past couple of weeks I composed a 2 part series of poems looking at a Love both from the normal aspect of looking at this love and all that entails. Then the second part of looking from the other side, It was meant to look inwards at what that love was doing to … Continue reading Where the Quiet Is Woven

Group of people sitting around a campfire by a calm lake at night .

A Question of Flame

Todays Post should be read together with "In Wonder of Thee"which was posted here on this blog last week. To read or refresh yourselves with that poem please follow the link, or open the post from last week with that title "In Wonder of Thee". Two Sides of The Same Flame Love is rarely just … Continue reading A Question of Flame

Wooden weaving loom with textile on it near window with yarn basket

“The Unseen Thread”

Welcome back. Following my last post, I want to take you further into the world of 'The Weaver.' For me, this term is a gentle way to talk about the Creator of all things, linking the beauty of nature and our Irish heritage with a higher power. In other words that higher power is God, … Continue reading “The Unseen Thread”

Unbroken by Time

Today's Poem is taking a turn away from my experiments and working at learning what I can on Poetry. Instead is a Poem that I feel was in need of composing . Writing and learning how to compose a poem is therapy for me as a person and as a parent. Following a contact with … Continue reading Unbroken by Time

A solitary tree with glowing roots spreading across a surreal landscape under a ringed planet.

The Land That Knows Me

This has been a Poem that I have wanted to compose for the longest time. But also I have never revealed exactly where I grew up and still call home. Even though I now live in the town of Ballincollig on the outer limits of Cork city. I have eventually decided to reveal where I … Continue reading The Land That Knows Me

The Colour of Love

I have taken a step to change the style of my Poetry a Little bit. All to further learn a few of the steps, those poets who came before us took, to create their Poetry. The style I have written in for the last while has been fun. It is one which I love. I … Continue reading The Colour of Love