Seán O Muiríosa
Seán O Muiríosa Poems
|43.||Saddest City Lane||1/9/2006|
|48.||Country Essence - Haiku||4/24/2005|
|49.||Among Tall Pine Trees||6/10/2005|
|51.||A Coral Beach In Connemara||7/29/2005|
|53.||A Golden End||1/26/2005|
|54.||Cracks Of Night||3/30/2005|
|55.||The Visiting Hours||4/10/2005|
|56.||Opening Tunnel Vision||5/24/2005|
|57.||Ode To Sylvia Plath||11/24/2005|
|58.||A Journey To My Roots||4/10/2005|
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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 ...
A Golden End
Golden waves rushed on in
upon a rusty Irish sky
as mother sang out across the land,
fading leaves strained on branches.
The swallows said goodbye.
Crunchy red apples, luscious green pears
they’re all reaching their peak.
They plop down with the changing wind