Wednesday, July 26, 2006

On the Banks of the Garravogue

On the Banks of the Garravogue

Sit a while,
Let the river caress the reeds,
Let the sun smile,
Forget the weeds.
Listen to the magpies click –
They are not as ugly
As once you used to think.
Look at the graceful cob
As white as the driven snow
And her cygnet downy dun
Parade their unconscious beauty.
The quack of the mallard in the reeds,
The sound of Eastern voices
Even here so far west.
The waves are
A strange entanglement
Of water and of green.
Behind me the crunch of gravel
As walkers pass.
Sit a while,
Relax, enjoy,
Once again a youth,
Once again a boy
Above I have placed a picture I took while walking on the banks of the River Garravogue in Sligo last weekend.

Monday, July 24, 2006

Scríobh Poetry Competition

Scríobh Poetry Competition


I have just returned from 2 days in Sligo where I attended the Scríobh Poetry Competition which comprised a workshop for us on the shortlist with Macdara Woods, poet and judge, a lunch for the short-listed poets hosted by the director of the Model Niland Arts Centre, the launch of the chapbook of the three years of the competition shortlist and finally and climactically a poetry reading by Macdara Woods and Tess Gallagher.  See the following link http://www.modelart.ie/scriobh06/index.html#July

I include some pictures in this post of the occasion.  Firstly I could not resist taking a photograph of the wonderful sculpture of W.B.Yeats and a shot of the banks of the Garravogue