Matt Mooney Poems
- Always Eighteen The clearness of a dream I had in bed last ...
- Alone Goodbyes at the open front door On a Sunday morning in...
- Barefoot Scents of the Summer, incense to his senses, The ...
- Alive By The Lee A tall man bends low, While there is time,...
- I Ask Myself What’s that? That sound from the wood! Does ...
- Bleeding Sliabh Aughty, my own mountain mine, ...
Born in Kilchreest, Loughrea, Co. Galway in 1943, he took up a teaching position in Listowel in 1966.
His first book of poetry 'Droving' was launched at Writers' Week, Listowel in 2003.
He read at The Baffle Festival, and the West Cork Literary Festival and in Victoria, Canada. His poem ‘The Instrument’ was read on Radio One by Ciarán Mac Mathúna. ‘Stepping Away’ appeared in West 47. He was in the top 30 in the Poemhunter contest a few years ago.
His second collection of poems 'Falling Apples' was launched at Writers'Week, Listowel in 2010.It's available for purchase on line at Original Writing Ltd, from Kenny's Books on line and from Amazon.
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'''Now it's Nature's turn to suffer,From 'Bleeding', a poem on an environmental disaster which was due to construction work for a wind turbine farm up in the mountain in Derrybrien, Co.G...
All the shame is our's alone'.''
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The clearness of a dream
I had in bed last night
Has dimmed at dawn-
I'm awake and looking west,
Its dialogue in a deep sleep
Now almost vanished
In the wash of awakening.
In the dream, so real I swear,
Into my head as I slept she crept:
As lovely as I left her
At her father's hearth
And said our last goodbyes
To all the years of my unspoken love.
Love's Labour- I began to say,
(Speaking of the title of a play)
But there she stopped me
In my mid line
To finish it herself this time: