Geraldine Moorkens Byrne
Dublin Ireland


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If I should die tonight
and my bones laid in the earth
would my voice not be the wind
and the sun my smile?
The Madness Of The Woman
You see black
I see a spectrum of invisability
the myriad shades of the dark rainbow
like the spread of raven's wing
Death Of The Hero
One note rising on the wind:
piper play, the lament is called for:
lower him down and softly keen
Cu Chulainn's going to his rest.
The Commitee For The Formation Of Pagan Creation Theories
The scene: a darkened amphitheatre,
the centre stage bare but for the lone poet,
the spotlight his at last.
He raises soulful eyes to heaven and quoth he
Green Party On
I walked Tara as a child
on ramparts ancient paused,
while parents stared at vistas far beyond
our youthful minds.
In Nomine Patre
who art encountered
in the skies on
clouds with harps
Pooka In The Summer Sun
A pooka grazes peacefully
where the river
meets the sea
In the ruins of a castle,
Night Chorus
Across the last plains
under leaden skies,
the ground peat-brown beneath;
Turf cutters pausing to point
Irish Cowboys
The wild west for us
was never the stone walls
and fragments of land between them
the ragged, wild, bog-spawned
Secrets Of The Dead
When I couldn't bear it anymore
the nurse pointed to the glass door
and said:
the grounds are lovely

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