An ghaoth aduaidh bíonn sí crua,
Is cuireann sí gruaim ar dhaoine,
An ghaoth aneas bíonn sí tais,
Is cuireann sí rath ar shíolta,
An ghaoth anoir bíonn sí tirim,
Is cuireann sí sioc istoíche,
An ghaoth aniar bíonn sí fial,
Is cuireann sí iasc i líonta.
The north wind is hard,
And it depresses people,
The south wind is damp,
Sunday 20th November 2022 9:58 pm
An ocean so crystal clear,
Watching the Southern Stingrays glide beneath the Pier.
An Island laden with palm trees,
With coconuts as many as you please.
Take a dive into the deep,
And from the Coral they will peep.
The bluest Blue Tang and the rockiest Rock Beauty,
The melodious French Grunt, a humorous Clown Wrasse and Sergeant Major on duty.
It’s a mystifying ca...
Thursday 11th February 2021 1:48 pm
I wonder now what sin is worse
As we destroy this fragile earth
Who should we condemn the most? Who curse?
The careless or he who cares not for its worth?
When we misfile our plastic waste
Do we sin more than those who double wrap;
When we buy packaged goods in daily haste
Is it our fault we fall into the plastic trap?
And when we recycle those plastic trays
Wednesday 28th August 2019 2:09 pm
The lake is still in the evening sun
A little breeze make the longer grass sway on the bank
and a ripple disturb the surface:
A mayfly lands
A swallow drinks and is gone before I see
With a rattle, a duck takes off from behind the island
Then it is still again
Beneath the reflections are fish
Sometimes - but not yet tonight -
A circle of ripples flows out from a rise
Monday 15th January 2018 3:40 pm
Those huge white flakes of fish
And the mashed potato dish
Have stayed in my memory
For sixty years
I remember the potato, creamy soft
Had a seasoned, peppery waft
And the choice of sauces:
Egg or parsley
It must have been a whole side of cod
I remember my grandfather like a god
Slowly stood to serve the fish
Separating the flakes
The etched glass...
Thursday 7th December 2017 2:41 pm
Stirred with a little spoon, the teabags swim
Like carp in golden liquid, fin to fin.
Wednesday 1st March 2017 6:41 pm
The other night I dreamt a strange dream of a fish that I’ve been thinking about ever since
What follows below are the events.
The fish was long and silver and it lay in my arms swaddled in cloth like a child
(The fish had no name).
And though I was repulsed by it I felt deeply that it needed affection, and
Perhaps I needed the same.
So I held the fish in my arms and though it did not sp...
Friday 18th November 2016 3:34 pm