Members: Martin Swords - Edward Ryan - Nora Fleming - Eithne Wright - Cait Breathnach - Peter Hickey -Ruth Moore
Carolann Murphy - Ted Voigt - Belinda Walsh - Tricia Holbrook - Mark Corrigan - Richard Hennessy
Saturday, June 26, 2010
End of Season Party
Compromising pictures and poems written in chalk on slates in the Poet's Garden will be on view here shortly!
Poetry Comp
The Space Inside are running their first poetry competition, which is open to all ages, shapes and sizes. All you have to do is write a poem inspired by the words ‘the space inside’. The poem can be about anything from the space inside your head, to the space inside a box. Let your imagination go wild!
The winner will receive a hamper crammed with lots of chocolate, wine and other goodies. The runner-up will receive a smaller hamper crammed with just as delicious goodies. Both poems will be published in the Space Inside journal and on our blog.
Keep those creative juices working during the summer months and help us raise funds for our next Space Inside season.
Send your entries with fee of €5, which covers a max of three poems (max 30 lines each) to:
Anne Graham, The Space Inside, 1 Rocky Road, Wicklow Town, Co. Wicklow.
Deadline: Friday 10thSeptember 2010
Sunday, June 13, 2010
One Finger Up Greeting
One Finger Up Greeting
One finger raised
greeting driver to driver, as I
drive the quiet country
roads round Annamoe.
A man thing it seems to me
says “I see you” and also
“I see you seeing me” in reply.
Women seem to prefer the wave
suggesting friendship and knowing.
But for men one finger seeing is
fine, even with strangers
Why does this gesture come again
to mind lying here in a formula hotel
in Portlaoise?
Unlike quiet Tiglin,
N7 trucks run busy through the night.
Find a scrap of paper,
use a bookies’ pencil, write this
leaning on District and Circle.
Searched the drawer for letterhead
and a Gideon for support, but
no Bible,
only a Golden Pages
in case you’d want to buy rather than pray,
in the wee small hours
The One Finger Up Greeting
on my mind, took me home,
like a prayer, a thought.
Martin Swords
May 2010