Four hikers walk beside a stone wall as another person follows a misty country lane.

Voices in the Mist

Introduction to Voices in the Mist There are places where the past seems never quite to have left us. Old roads, familiar hills and quiet streams can carry reminders of those who walked before us, and of the lives, stories and traditions they left behind. Sometimes, as the light fades and mist settles across the … Continue reading Voices in the Mist

Steaming tea beside an open window

In Plain Sight

Introduction to In Plain Sight How often do we look beyond what we have, searching for something better, something brighter, or something we believe will make life more complete? We set ourselves goals, follow our ambitions, and spend years pursuing the things we hope will bring us happiness. Yet life has a way of offering … Continue reading In Plain Sight

Four friends walking on a narrow lane between stone walls beneath a crescent moon

A Memory from the Bóithrín

A Memory from the Bóithrín Introduction Some memories remain with us long after the details surrounding them have faded. Faces become indistinct, names slip away, and yet the events themselves can remain as clear as the day they happened. This poem grew from a real childhood experience, on a cold evening when a group of … Continue reading A Memory from the Bóithrín

Bóithrín na nDaoine Eile

Introduction: There are roads that wind through places we know, and roads that lead beyond what we see. This is one such road — a quiet boreen where the light changes slowly, where the past walks gentle beside us, and where the distance between what is here and what is beyond feels very small indeed. … Continue reading Bóithrín na nDaoine Eile

Solas ag Éirí Gearr

Introduction for Solas ag Éirí Gearr Solas ag Éirí Gearr begins at that point in the year when the light changes before we quite notice the season has turned. The days begin to draw in; the first chill touches the skin; evening arrives a little earlier, and the warmth of the day becomes something we … Continue reading Solas ag Éirí Gearr

An Irish country laneway (boreen) at the very first turn of autumn, where summer is just departing. Narrow winding lane disappearing into the distance, flanked by ancient hedgerows and stone walls. The leaves are mostly still green but with the first hints of gold, amber and russet creeping in at the edges. Soft, golden late-summer light filtering through the canopy, casting dappled shadows on the lane. A gentle mist in the distance. Wildflowers fading at the verges. The mood is quiet, nostalgic, bittersweet — the last warmth of summer lingering. Painterly, atmospheric, deeply Irish.

Bóithrín Turn

Introduction For Bóithrín Turn There is a quiet, unspoken wisdom in the land itself — and nowhere more so than along an old bóithrín. That narrow, winding country lane that has seen every season come and go. It does not need to tell you the world is turning; it knows before you do. This poem … Continue reading Bóithrín Turn

An old Irish boreen, narrow winding country road pathway, lush high grass on the verges, medium-high traditional hedgerows on both sides, opening onto rolling green fields and countryside beyond, soft natural light, atmospheric and timeless, rural Ireland landscape photography style

What They Left Behind

Introduction To What They Left Behind Some poems begin with an image, others with a question. Some grow out of memory, and others rise from the land itself—from those quiet places where nothing is lost, only intentionally left behind. This Poem began with a challenge: to find one small, ordinary thing on an old boreen … Continue reading What They Left Behind

Stone Shed with wooden door and lit lantern during rainfall in forest

The Last Lantern

Introduction to The Last Lantern There are places that hold time like Dust — quiet corners, stone sheds tucked at field edges, where the world slows and softens, and the past lingers, not as a shout, but a hush. This poem walks gently into one such place; an old shed, weathered by rain and years, … Continue reading The Last Lantern

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