Daniel McDonagh Poems

The sky was black with grief & anger,
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Between the stars and the River Clyde
A path appears when the moon is bright,
And rising from their sleep, awake the Glasgow souls
And descend onto the path of silver and gold.
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From a green, beautiful troubled land,
Arrived on the shores, an Irishman,
A hitched ride to the cobbled streets of Glasgow
Were a job could fill a lonely soul.
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My father wore the colour of green
Deep within his heart,
Were he grew up in the Garngad
And walked the miles to Celtic Park.
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Oh father, can you hear
The voice of the Celtic fans
Who praise and glorify an Irish son
While others abuse his religion,
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Glasgow’s little Ireland lay in the Garngad
Where every boy followed the Celtic, along with his dad.
From those broken down streets, against a tenement wall,
A window pane is smashed, from a beautifully struck goal.
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There is a darkness in my soul
Black, cold and it is whispering,
Whispering so soft and so gentle,
Inviting compassion and daring.
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I feast my eyes on hardened rain,
cleanse me
drown me.
Clouds rest to shelter,
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Sean McBride and his young wife
Set out form County Cork,
They traveled over to Glasgow town
Were a football game they would watch,
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We have supported the Celtic, our pride and joy,
Since wearing the hoops as a 5 year old boy,
As Paradise was imagined on a tenement backcourt
Were games were won and battles fought.
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