Aine MacAodha's Blog: My blog, page 9
February 8, 2010
New poem publishes in http://soylesipoetrymagazine.com/
Nesrin Eruysal Söyleşi Üç Aylık Şiir Dergisi
http://soylesipoetrymagazine.com/
Kenneth Rosen, Alfred Corn, Reshma Aquil, John Muckle, Immanuel Mifsud, Cem Uzungüneş, Carlos Barbarito, Koray Feyiz, Ken Fifer, Mark Cobley, Thor Stefansson, Tree Riesener, Barbara Crooker, Hedy Habra,Aine MacAodha
Edited by Nesrin Eruys
SÖYLEŞİ ÜÇ AYLIK ŞİİR DERGİSİ
WINTER 2010 VOLUME 2
MELANCHOLY AND MEMORY
http://soylesipoetrymagazine.com/
Kenneth Rosen, Alfred Corn, Reshma Aquil, John Muckle, Immanuel Mifsud, Cem Uzungüneş, Carlos Barbarito, Koray Feyiz, Ken Fifer, Mark Cobley, Thor Stefansson, Tree Riesener, Barbara Crooker, Hedy Habra,Aine MacAodha
Edited by Nesrin Eruys
SÖYLEŞİ ÜÇ AYLIK ŞİİR DERGİSİ
WINTER 2010 VOLUME 2
MELANCHOLY AND MEMORY
February 1, 2010
New Poem 'Imbolc'
Had fun with the movie maker with this one, a poem for Imbolc, Bede, Bridgits day........ The snow is on the ground around Tyrone and the hills dusted with it, cold, but lovely to look out at; the wild birds are enjoying the feast in the garden although those crows chase the Robins, the robins are territorial and put up a brave fight. Have to get a photo of them but as soon as the door opens, the
January 14, 2010
Island Home
Island Home
I've traveled very little from this island home.
My native land grounds me keeps me in contact
with the rhythms of nature, the sound of the winds,
the call of the wild birds and the dialects of its people.
Tyrone's inland landscape of moss clad hills and flat bogs
break every now and then like an ocean wave.
Small towns and villages emerge lively and loud
against the woven
I've traveled very little from this island home.
My native land grounds me keeps me in contact
with the rhythms of nature, the sound of the winds,
the call of the wild birds and the dialects of its people.
Tyrone's inland landscape of moss clad hills and flat bogs
break every now and then like an ocean wave.
Small towns and villages emerge lively and loud
against the woven
May 16, 2009
mother
Mother
I seek you in the lakes of Tyrone
The less known ones whose beauty
Remain unblemished by progress.
In the curling streams at war
With the elements and whose
Very existence is threatened by
Housing developments.
I look for you as summer coughs up
Its last songs of the season,
I seek your words in her breath.
In the secrets of motherhood
Asleep in the elderly, yearning
Recall once again.
I seek it too in the faces of youth
In the songs they sing from
The concrete forests they live in.
I also seek it in me
When dark clouds
Gather up a storm.
I seek you in the lakes of Tyrone
The less known ones whose beauty
Remain unblemished by progress.
In the curling streams at war
With the elements and whose
Very existence is threatened by
Housing developments.
I look for you as summer coughs up
Its last songs of the season,
I seek your words in her breath.
In the secrets of motherhood
Asleep in the elderly, yearning
Recall once again.
I seek it too in the faces of youth
In the songs they sing from
The concrete forests they live in.
I also seek it in me
When dark clouds
Gather up a storm.
