The Word Smith

The Word Smith

Inspired by and dedicated to Seamus Heaney to mark his 70^th birthday

What is the magic of the Word Smith

Taming the fire

Bending the earth

Bringing beauty from the brutal

Forging, refining

Shaping a sharp edge

Swords and Words

Sharp and Penetrating

Creating in mind and fire

Dreams, tools and everydays

That folk might live

Means of death, means of life

With the same strokes

Leaving a lasting mark

Are you a God, a Man,

or the SpiritWord

of Fire and Sound,

that men

both fear and love you.

Martin Swords           April 2009

Wicklow Writers Group

This poem, written in 2009 for the 70th birthday of Seamus Heaney

is posted today Friday 30th August 2013 to mark the passing of this great Irish Poet.

For all, thank you Seamus

Martin Swords

Winter

Stille Nacht

A white table cloth,

a field of cold

sloped on a Wicklow hill.

Quiet. Chilly silent. Still.

Stark black velvet sky,

pinpricked, star strewn.

The Hunter moves slow

watching all below

his dog at his heel.

Nothing moves worth

hunting on this tableaux.

Breath exhales, reassuringly,

audibly, with every blown hand.

It could be a Christmas card.

A Carol in a bleak mid-winter.

It’s mid -January bleak.

Cold. Bleak.

Hunter hardly moves.

Dog doesn’t bark.

Stille Bleak.

Stille Nacht.

Martin Swords

Winter 2013

Wicklow Writers

Memorial - Gerry Sheridan

Re-dedication of Thomas Moore's Tree in Avoca

Nora, Carol and Martin read poems by Thomas Moore at re-dedication of a new tree to replace the old one under which Thomas Moore sat and wrote his famous poems and songs.
Great music, poems and weather at the Meeting of the Waters, Avoca, Co. Wicklow.

10/8/12

Therapeutic Poetry Session

Wicklow Writers recently attended a therapeutic poetry session with Carol Boland - poetry therapist trainee with IaPoetry (USA).
The subject was Problem Solving.

Space Inside Summer Special Ezine

Space Inside Summer Special Ezine

Magpie

Everseeking

Searching out shiny thoughts

A rhyme here or there

A phrase in long grass

A word in a bush

A sound idea

A wormword deep in a

Casual conversation

Baubles, things that hang

Poet, write me a nestfull

Of interesting things

Martin Swords

July 2012