Biography of Hugh Mitchell
I was born in England but my parents were Irish, so I don't have any strong sense of national identity. Living and working in many different countries has added to the sense of being an outsider, but has brought many rewards. In the last few years I have lived in Istanbul, the Czech Republic, Bahrain and (currently) the Netherlands. Where to next?
Hugh Mitchell's Works:
Poems in different magazines.
" Growing Old Grudgingly" (a humorous look at the ageing process) , Lulu Press,2015
" Wandering Teacher" (thoughts on education) , Lulu Press,2018
Hugh Mitchell Poems
One For Sorrow; Two For Joy
Good morning Mr Magpie alone again, like me I greet you then I bless myself and hope that I shall see
Snow In Istanbul
No fish-merchant at the street's end now 'Palamut, palamut' no more even the simit-seller walks on silent feet the snow descends in feathered lumps
Death And The Heron
A pair of herons flying from a ditch wheeled low and elegant over the road one flew too low - a sudden car ended her gracious flight
Return To Ireland's Eye
Last night I had a dream of Ireland's Eye wind-ruffled island of my childhood hour - waves, restless seaweed, cliffs and gull-filled sky the ruined church, the ever-watchful tower.
Dripping in rain at the year's end an elegant old town - too large for those who've settled here they move in dreams over the scrubby grass pushing through memories along the square.
Taguig Pateros Hospital Emergency Room, ...
Framed portraits of the president and local mayor beam down from walls flaking for lack of paint. Lined up on trolleys, here they lie - the poor.
'Fenrir, the giant wolf son of Loki the fire-demon ate Odin in the twilit fight of Gods and Giants...'
Youth And Age - Painting A Statue
Some years ago I bought a plaster bust - head, neck and shoulders of a clean-cut youth - Greek, Roman, Renaissance - not even sure..... I painted him against the summer rain
Dresden - October 2003
To the city that died our peacetime plane flew in like some tardy British bomber through an absence of resistance.
Strong Beer Blues
Last night by way of celebration, I drank three Trappists and now I'm asking why.
Song Of The Istanbul Hamsi Fishermen
Oh I am a fisherman and I fish in Emirgan
Waiting by the Bosphorus for my daily bus I saw the sun rise over Asia watched the waves
The Teacher Reflects
Fiddling in deep pockets for lost keys my fingers smudged with grease again I bind my rusty bike with rusty chain and rusty lock -
The Wheat Shall Inherit.....
The germ of an idea came to me Watching a botanist on my TV He said a species could be recognized as great by how much world it colonized
Return To Ireland's Eye
Last night I had a dream of Ireland's Eye
wind-ruffled island of my childhood hour
- waves, restless seaweed, cliffs and gull-filled sky
the ruined church, the ever-watchful tower.
After a day exploring crags and beach
we'd board the motorboat to take us home
leaving the islet to unpeopled peace
its history dozing in the deepening gloom.