Shiraz

Sitting alone here

Just me and Shiraz

Quietly contemplating

Life as it as

Considering flowers

And bananas and bees

And pains in my ass bum

And finger and knees

And laughing inside me

Considering I am

Just happy to be here

With me as I as

The Phone

I like
And share
On the Facepage
I tweet
and follow
on Twitter
I Blog
I post
I download
I upload
I backup
Wi-Fi
Bluetooth
Hotspot
Icloud
Itunes
iBooks
all on my phone.
I remember
standing in a green concrete box
with little windows
Winding a handle and lifting the heavy handset
To speak to an operator
in the post office on top of the Rock in Ballymote
Who would in turn stick a jack into a hole
and connect me to another Post office somewhere else
and would connect me to another wind up phone somewhere
Miles away
I felt so sophisticated then

She Forgot About Mass

Two white heads
bent low
over the ridge
dropping cabbage plants
into holes
in the warm soil
holes he made
with her worn spade
son
and mother
helping him
she stumbles on the soft soil
both remembering
a time
long ago
“Get those cabbage plants in
before your father gets home”
back then
when she
for peace sake
helped him

Early Each Day

Early each day
Life comes knocking
On my window
Breathlessly chanting
Can I come In?
Can I come in?

Somewhere between sleep
And waking realisation
I turn over and curl up
whispering
Not yet
Not yet

When the alarms are spent
And the snoozes are done
I stretch my legs and arms
My back and neck
say what the heck
Come on in
Life, come on in

Icon Writing

In the icon writing world
there is no recession
no politics
no bad news
just peace and pigments
lines and lights
soup and sandwiches
feathering
blending
building
learning
with gentle encouragement
from the master Mihai

Aisling

Long dark hair
streaming down
her straight back
with eyes alive and joyful
pierced cartilage and tattoos
go unnoticed
with graceful stride
she enters the room
and fills it
with her light

The Moment

The man walks slowly
the long length of him bent slightly
towards the little girl
her school bag slung over his shoulder
She, her hand in his
walks by his side
excitedly chatting
while he nods and smiles
They walk gently
as if afraid
to break the moment