National Poetry Day Ireland & UK

Self giving a poetry reading in an annexe of Birr Library.

National Poetry Day 2014

On October 2nd I gave an hour long poetry reading to a group of sixteen year old students from St Brendan's Community School in the library at Birr in celebration of the National Poetry Day.

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In memory

In memory 

or a new take on 
Cider with Rosie.

Dressed in black she cuts no slack

She totters along full of Gin

Glassy eyed and very thin

She keeps her clothes in a bin

I knew her once full of bounce

The over brave she would trounce

Designer clothes full of colour

Or was that her brother?

Was his name Phil, Jim or Mark

No matter both good for a lark

When lots cider pints were cozy

At the bar with Mark and Rosie.

      © MRL Sept 2014

SYLPH

                       

SYLPH 

In bed with arm up stretched a slow coolness slips

silkily slowly to cross palm with gentle comfort.

No human hand this, well not alive in a real sense

nor a nightly dream, a gift, a touch delivered unseen.

Her aura a delicate bouquet, a floral fragrance floats

smoothly silently riding above dark waves of night.

Just as a beach is I too am smoothed settled to sleep

Tended by unknown sylph till daylight breaks her spell.

         © MRL August 2014

A POETRY READING

I have been asked to do a poetry reading  

I asked on what date 

She said on national poetry day

I bowed my head in gratitude

For this was something I never knew

To think in all my years of scribbling

When I wrote October is Golden

that this is what it meant!

And not the tumbling bronze leaves

nor the demise of a dear friend.

Where shall I start 

chronologically perhaps

At the beginning

When in my head two part lines tumbled

On searching they were never found

"through green swards we walked..

..lovers in a dew scented forest"

Timid,afraid of plagiarism

They were never used

Not even now not owned by me

Nor cannot be

Even though they echo in my head

Perhaps some literary buff

an academic of renown

Will quote from a long forgotten

little known dusty historic ode

To bring me down and into shame.

[to be on October 2nd 2014]

©MRL 31-03-14

An Ode to Winter Gales

I hear high hitched on Leinster wires witches whine 

Ugly hags no mother ever conceived nor father sired

Tormented unbodied things born of wild restless winds

Whose shrill screams storm my equilibrium to shreds.

©MRL 26-01-2014

Moon Is...

Moon is 

                                              subtle

Oval ivory white

                                                         countenance

A sensuous glow

                                                  disturbs

Who sits in quiet

                                                        encourages

Observance

                                                       merriment

At least

                                                                 pleasures         

Tempts one

                                                   desires

To believe so

                                                love 

Innocent  

                                               lust

       

                       She is an Earthy Woman

©MRL 15-01-2014