Posted in Poetry, Writing, tagged "Poetry",, Espana, Home, Mountains, Nature, Poems, Spain, The Outdoors, Walking, Writing on April 29, 2014| 18 Comments »
I’ve given up the shore for Hills
These Hills
At twilight the Lough glows yet red
Clutching the last of the Sun
I’ve given up The Shore for these hills
Hills yellow with furze
Coconut smelling
And birdsong trilling out
Below ribbons of streetlights
Show colour, a friendlier yellow
It’s the mounds that have it tho’
Dusky mounds of fecund blossom
Falling away making this
Spring’s snowline of bushes
Broad brushstrokes
Posted in Poetry, Writing, tagged "Poetry",, Belfast, Birdsong, Gardening, Gardens, Home, Mums, Nature, Poems, The City, Writing on January 21, 2014| 16 Comments »
Mum’s Garden Full Of Birdsong
There’s a tall tree in mum’s garden
That needs chopping
A Blackthorn
It and the Holly beside it
Spreading up up way beyond their bound
Blocking the light from the neighbours
Worrying my mum that someone may complain
Curly and I could not reach over far enough
That time we cut the hedge
But there’s a Blackbird that sings from that tree
He’s singing now
A Mistle Thrush, countless Tits
And the Blackbird and his mate
All in there
The Blackbird is singing
‘Yeooww woo
But isn’t it grand’
It is too
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