Christmas
A glimmer slowly seen,
and then, hope burned,
in the cold cavern.
and knowing slowly caught.
This is Christmas,
light and dark,
and darkness dims
and natures canvas
paints, the inner meaning,
born in a cave.
The first etch of redemption.
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Christmas Light
at the darkest, deadest, depressed
nature's hour,
holiness yeasted a light,
a glimmer, slowly seen,
and then hope burned,
and knowing slowly caught.
This is Christmas, light and dark,
and natures' canvas dims,
paints the inner meaning,
born in a cave.
The first etch of Redemtion.
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Joseph
A dream of the father, and
now, in dream of Joseph
a new dream ' mind the woman,
and the child',
and Joseph listening,
in silence, hermitlike,
to the dream of dreams,
the mother and father of dreams,
takes care,
and the Son is born.
Listen to the dream
to whom the first born right
belonged.
Joseph, a dreamer.
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Ambition
The trouble with the greasy pole is this,
its slippage demands, you stand,
on someone elses shoulder,
for balance,
and tightly must you hold
the ankles above and maybe the shoes.
The one above too does the same.
The position is precarious,
should slippage come, and grip
slip,
and then like Icarus
you slide.
The pole is not so good,
it is a greasy pole.
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Robin of Pyrocanta
A spring Robin, looking around,
red breast, sure, hop hop.
A look up, around, hop.
And towards the garden, centre,
wait, look.
Then it lifts its head as if for breath,
from a pool.
And looking as if a pendulum,
observing time.
Away then, with its crumb,
to the hedgeing safely.
Towards the berried shrub,
king of red berried bush,
red breasted robin
of pyrocanta, sing.
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Buttercup
Summer is brought
through this lemon zest
of colour-
reflected under the chin,
means, that you like
a flavour.
And in the meadows
of childhood,
and Laughter's happiness,
caught between
the embrace of trees,
at Glendalough,
we sit together.
Like buttercups
In the meadow of laughter,
A reflection upon my chin,
and smile and
laughter,
like a buttercup in
The summer meadow,
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Sheets of slow rain in Sligo
Drifting, drifting towards Dunmoran,
Benbulbin and Knocknarea,
darkening the bay of Ballisodare,
the wind sweeps howling,
wetting and dousing,
the mountain carpet.
With incessant rain
and sheep languish on Ladies Brae
with Yeats asleep,
and Mebdh at rest
upon the hillock Knocknarea,
howling like a banshee.
The poets bare Benbulbin
waits, calmly,
as a ghost ship in the bay.
With such beginnings
Noah went to work.
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They prepared her funeral
They sat at table,
as before.
All adult now.
Engaged with laptops,
' funeral readings, poems for..a death'.
' She liked Vivaldi, and John O'Donohue,
and che gelida manina,
and Pie Jesus'
Their father cried,
silently, in the bedroom.
The christmas Tree,
all lit seemed dull.
Their Mother had just died,
without an explanation,
nor an expectation.
The presents were named,
and wrapped,
the christmas tree,
with presents beneath,
seemed, well,
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the Walker
I met my father, on
the hill of the road,
at kilmashogue.
he was striding down from
his mountain walk
and I ascending.
his sunday stroll
and he was fit then
'take it easy, I will see you later'.
I recall now, his own age,
that same turn and stride,
as I showed him into his sick bed,
and then his resting place.
on that turn, at kilmashogue,
Just there, at the mill ruin,
the new Columba gate,
life goes fast
and generations pass.
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Easter Day
The cavern of departure lounge,
with sadness and farewell.
The dark unconscious,
unresolved foundations of day.
Threads of Oedipus
and the leavetakings of life,
with Passover lintils of blood.
Then the Other side,
joys embraced, threads joined
a tapestry turned around.
A new beginning,
like computers ikon entry.
The daffodil and crocus show
its colour,
and into bloom
the essence to form,
and shadow into substance
Plato's cave all lit.
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