I knew her parents didn’t like me.
Not good enough, they said.
She was torn
and tore away from me: Continue reading “My Name is Frank Ledwidge”
Category: Literature
Waiting for The Call
I longed to be there
before the bluebells calm hue faded
The river burbling its delight
as swallows returned to eaves and byres
Continue reading “Waiting for The Call”
Some Other Heaven
Am I a fool? I often wonder to myself
When my beating heart’s eye perceives
The bullets that fizz and spark around me
Are but flowers tossed from the meadow
By a zephyr’s ever playful whim; Continue reading “Some Other Heaven”
The Road Maker
Huddled in a ditch in Ypres
bowed beneath the rain
hunkers Francis Ledwidge,
Continue reading “The Road Maker”
Soliloquy
There was something in the air that day, a kind of softness in the wind. I was hanging out the washing in the garden, hoping to take advantage of the July warmth, when I saw Joe coming up the road from town. He was walking slow, pushing the bike along beside him.
Never Fade
Words that echo from a haunted era
Such contrast amongst the carnage
Your voice still warms our hearts
A remarkable solider, a friend,
And son but never a husband.
Cirque des Oiseux: Artists & Augurs
Are Artists Augurs? asks the exhibition which opened in the Higher Bridges Gallery on the 7th of April and runs to the 29th. Cirque des Oiseux is French for Circus of Birds or rather the circling of birds in flight, something we notice particularly at this time of year as new migrants begin to arrive. Continue reading “Cirque des Oiseux: Artists & Augurs”
Corncrakes
Not one among the rushes
None in the meadows
None where the farmer dropped to his knees
Lamenting the crumpled nest its requiem Continue reading “Corncrakes”
Peregrinations
If you took a chance
And let those plates stop spinning,
Stuck your hands in your pockets
Or your fingers in your ears
And stepped back –
What would happen then?
Two Poems by Teresa Kane
HORIZON
I have a daughter with eyes as wide and blue as the sky
what advice can I give as she stands before me, smiling
set to fly? There will be days when clouds come in
when rains pour down hard but don’t worry,
I’ve packed your boots, you can sing and splash
dance the dance you learned here in your own back yard. Continue reading “Two Poems by Teresa Kane”
