Approaching Dublin — Coming Home by Ken Hartke

Approaching Dublin — Coming Homeby Ken Hartke IThe first smudge of low hills revealed themselves.We approached across a calm and sunlit sea.A few islands. Then an old tower. Then a lighthouse.Then we arrived — to a safe harbor, We came to Dublin and Ireland by sea — on purpose.That is the way my people leftContinue reading “Approaching Dublin — Coming Home by Ken Hartke”

Strandhill Beach in May by M.J. Iuppa

Strandhill Beach in May                                  ~  Sligo, 2019by M.J. Iuppa Instantly my breath is lost in this Atlantic air, inits steady wind swirling around my figure as ifI could be worn down to bits of sand whispering off the dunes —I look back over my shoulderto see the Irish Sea, muscular and taut, risingin its infantry of waves,Continue reading “Strandhill Beach in May by M.J. Iuppa”

The Breathing Burren by Maureen Grady

The Breathing Burren by Maureen Grady There is a world apart, of elemental beauty carved by glacier, where tiny wildflowers pierce through limestone. No trees grace this rare realm, a silver stone land with not enough water to drown, nor earth to bury, but fauna and flora half-hidden, abundant. Only here on the vast crustContinue reading “The Breathing Burren by Maureen Grady”

Newgrange by Julie A. Dickson

Newgrange Newgrange, County Meath, Ireland, 2015 by Julie A. Dickson To stand before an ancient mound on the Irish countryside, stones hewn and balanced, silent structure stands sentinel, cavern in deep darkness— but for the winter solstice, waiting for early morning light to Illuminate the ritual altar. If I almost close my eyes I canContinue reading “Newgrange by Julie A. Dickson”

Irish Cow Circle by Maureen Grady

Irish Cow Circleby Maureen Grady I sat in a field of damp grass,in the very centerof a Neolithic stone circle,imagining a piece of theatreI’d love to direct there when eight cows approachedfrom the far edges of the field,came right up to me,until their big brown headsencircled me,crowded above me. And one by one,each lay downContinue reading “Irish Cow Circle by Maureen Grady”

Connemara by Maureen Grady

Connemaraby Maureen Grady I must now leave this landthat I love with a physical longing. There’s a Covid! a tiny local woman calls out,breathless and afraid,as she waves to me from the crossroad.She runs round to my windowto see who I might be,and what in the world I am doingthere in the far, far westonContinue reading “Connemara by Maureen Grady”

Lines Written on a Seat on the Grand Canal, Dublin by Patrick Kavanagh

Lines Written on a Seat on the Grand Canal, Dublinby Patrick Kavanagh O commemorate me where there is water,Canal water, preferably, so stillyGreeny at the heart of summer. BrotherCommemorate me thus beautifullyWhere by a lock niagarously roarsThe falls for those who sit in the tremendous silenceOf mid-July. No one will speak in proseWho finds hisContinue reading “Lines Written on a Seat on the Grand Canal, Dublin by Patrick Kavanagh”

Spring in Belfast by Derek Mahon

Spring in Belfastby Derek Mahon Walking among my own this windy morningIn a tide of sunlight between shower and shower,I resume my old conspiracy with the wetStone and the unwieldy images of the squinting heart.Once more, as before, I remember not to forget. There is a perverse pride in being on the sideOf the fallenContinue reading “Spring in Belfast by Derek Mahon”