Tuesday, September 7, 2010

A Poet's Garden

A poet’s garden

They come bearing gifts


apple pie

brown bread

bottles of Cabernet Sauvignon

clippings from manicured gardens

friendly cleaning products

Roger McGough’s life story.

Most of all

they come

bearing poems.

White stick in hand,

like reformed smokers,

they chalk up lines

on blue roof tiles

sunk in sand

behind clumps

of granite rocks

and meadow grass

that quiver in the




of a summer’s night.

I picture their white words

before rain

wipes the slate


Carol Boland

Monday, September 6, 2010

Slate Poems

Here are some of the poems written on slates in a Wexford garden. Now washed away by the rain

Wicklow Writers in the sun

Here are some of the Wicklow Writers enjoying the end of season party