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Sunday, April 29, 2012
First collection of poems by Carol Boland
Here is the title poem :
The Overture
Play me something
says the fisherman
as he lays her hands on the keys
takes his seat in the front row.
She takes her time
removes a layer of dust
from the piano’s skin
for this is her baby
her grand Russian spruce
grain long and close
crafted to stroke a clear tone.
She feels his eyes in the high
gloss of ebony sail,
offers him her time
arranging his fingers -
schooled for tying knots
not netting melodies,
and hand over hand
they practice the bowline
reef knot
the tying
untying.
Carol Boland
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Sunday, April 15, 2012
Martin Swords - Kathleen's Child
A Collection of Poems, and Things That Should Have Been Said."
By Martin Swords
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Tuesday, April 10, 2012
A Poet, To His Love
You are my comma, my full stop.
You are my rhythm and my rhyme
You are the words I put on paper
The beginning and the end of every line
Martin
21 March 2012
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Celebrating Valentine's Day
Here are some of the pieces - we thought you'd like to share them.
Valentine Love Poem
Love tapped at the door
Please let me in
No response
Love tapped again
As gently as before.
Only silence
Love waited then
Tapped again
Door opened
Would love go forward
Or wait a while
Silence
Love entered
Tip-toe tip-toe
Door closed
Cait Breathnach
Wicklow Writers
A VALENTINE’S DAY CARD
A Valentines Day Card was the highlight of a new year for us in the fifties. Looking back now to our innocence I am fascinated and intriqued by the little rhymes we exchanged. No big fancy cards just a plain sheet torn from the middle of our copies or a piece of cardboard from a cornflake packet. We covered the front page with big red X’s and hearts, wrote the well rehearsed verse on the inside. Ie
Roses are red , Violets are blue, Sugar is sweet And so are you.
Remember M Remember E Put them together Remember ME.
May your joy be as long as a rabbits ears, And your sorrows As short as his tail.
Waiting for an opportunity to sneak it into a boys schoolbag hoping he would recognize the handwriting, everyone vying for the same boy (the most handsome fellow in the class).
Long live the memories.
Nora Fleming.
Wicklow Writers
Luv
Put the kettle on luv
We’ll have a cuppa’
I’ve a bit of brack left
in the tin, will you have some?
Have you some for yourself so?
I have, we’ll have some together,
how was the meeting?
Fair to middlin’. A good turnout mind,
and plenty of shoutin’ from the usual voices
And did you learn anything by it?
I did – one way or another
it’s goin’ to cost us -
money we haven’t got.
But we’ll manage, somehow.
We will that luv, sure haven’t
we managed up to now and still here.
Indeed we have luv, indeed we have.
Martin Swords
Wicklow Writers
Monday, November 14, 2011
Wicklow Writers at Space Inside
Friday, September 16, 2011
Wicklow Writers in Space Inside Journal
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