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

From High Hearth to Harbour

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

Where the Old Head Remembers

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

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

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”