Seán O Muiríosa

Seán O Muiríosa Poems

The old house stood as sturdy as ever
even as the mangled jade ivy clung and grasped
as it had for decades, but she would never be killed.
It’s not in her make-up.

Painful star of poetry;
Misery disguised,
Misery unleashed;
Ending in an oven.

Twinkling lanterns shone high
In the Johnstown night sky

I visited your grey face today.
Your not well, old friend, not well.
They say it’s spreading swiftly
Through your every curve and bend,

Staring through the dark of night
I can just about make out the ceiling, cracks and all.
It’s a battered fading plain of white like a rolled up piece of paper
Flattened back out again. It must have witnessed

Golden waves rushed on in
upon a rusty Irish sky
as mother sang out across the land,
fading leaves strained on branches.

The mind is the scariest thing I know.
It is not like any darkness.
It is a transparent, life colour
Covering everything I am,

The two of us alone on that stony Cheathrú Rua beach
On a July evening that almost seemed like my reason for being.
It was our last day together and the sun was burning strong.

I am an erratic.
Look at my edges
How they pierce the landscape
Of the desert each day.

Fields of green waves under
The sky grey, rain on the soft
Winds whisper; normality reigns.

18th September 1994

It’s eleven years now
Since I last saw your face.

Out among the tall pine trees,
with a view that could spill
over if it wasn’t so profoundly
controlled by the dark ditches,

I’m drowning. In a sea of wires.
They are everywhere. Inescapable.

Frail solitary man there in your mottled,

I once walked by the saddest city lane
And saw an old man there, all ragged and plain.
He sat alone by a glowing fires flaring light
An empty wine bottle before him, a sorry, sorry sight.


When I was just 9, I wished
For the days to fall and turn and
Make me 10. Accomplished.

Tonight the sky is yours.
I dedicate it to you in all its awe.
It’s so colourful, a promise
of things to come perhaps,

I’ve seen summer shine
On those Connemara seas.
Seen it brighten faces,
Turn skies to rainbows.

The metallic beasts drift past,
Tremendously, in a tension breaking moment.
Realisation hits in towards acknowledgement
And all the similarities – of pure driven emotion.

I’ve worked there for three years,

The streets are almost empty tonight
as they seem to be most nights now

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A Journey To My Roots

The old house stood as sturdy as ever
even as the mangled jade ivy clung and grasped
as it had for decades, but she would never be killed.
It’s not in her make-up.

A strangely small garden shook me at first
until memory kicked in removing all those fears
with its usual record of rhetoric:
I had not been here now for close on ten years...

Inside a marbled, brown chocolate fireplace greeted us.
There was some catching up
over mugs a’ tae and sweet crumbly biscuits.
A cool chill snapped at my ankles suddenly

from the deep reaches of the old house.
But the warmth of almost a century of living
fizzled that out into irrelevance
like the summer sun on a murky morning fog.

And so then to the Graveyard and the old church of Raheen,
I looked down the rolling hills of Laois and
I saw my Nan’s childhood home
where I had just been.

The duskish green hills arced down and then back up
towards the graves, like the curve of a leprechaun shoe.
Farms dotted the core of those lovely Laois lowlands,
which I thought would go on forever.

Departing, I felt something wrench at me, something
from the depths of my silhouette.
This is partly where I’ve come from –
perhaps some answers at last?

I wanted to stay, to find out, but that’s time
doing what it does best, and as it took me home,
past dairy fields and barns and branches tatting windows,
I let it be, for some other wondrous day.

Seán O Muiríosa Comments

Daniel Tyler 29 January 2006

Hello Sean. I am very impressed by your owrk which takes the best of traditional and new forms and moulds them together very well. Vivid imagery is a really striking feature of your work. Good writing for 2006. Daniel

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Sofia P 21 December 2005

Hi Sean and thank you for your comments submitted on one of my works. I appreciate all feedback and it is even more important for me seeing how other poets understand my messages. I read your work as well and would like to extend my sincere admiration for your vivid language, your diverse scenery and a mature poetry level that could nicely be published too. You should look into that by the way! Congratulations on a good work.

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Amanda Lukas 04 November 2005

Sean, I think you have alot of talent. You've got a wonderfully descriptive nature. Glad you found your niche. Thank you for sharing with us and good luck! Amanda Lukas

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