Connemara Poems - Poems about Connemara

...“Dammit,” he cried “I’ll never get you clean” For what he had seen Was nothing but mean “Come on over, now, here’s your feed” As the pony ran over With a great deal of speed Her leg lim......

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...Anastasia: a crazy name for an Irish woman, but actually, quite common in the long-buried book of Celtic Memories. When she in a reverie came to me - her 80 year old hair flying on countless d......

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...from island corner, big Antrim lad to Belfast city, a tiny pad shattered windows, tilted clocks Goliath had lost his socks gargantuan giant going mad Armagh apple girl, any topic ......

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...Now... The pat-down at O’Hare is intrusive. I don’t look at the probing hands or the dead bored eyes. Schools of out of depth aliens, are funneled through small holes in an invisible net. ......

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...kaisers, kings, emperors fight for territory dispensable bodies left in the ground on foreign soil, unreturned militarisation of memory and folly an Irish nation half-wrenched from a bloodie......

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...They came from all over - Manchester, Derby and. Connemara - icons, O'Toole, Bates and Finney, who would believe the power of future stars, although they spent their time fighting in bars. RADA......

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...Castlebar Connemara marble seems plain when held in a young boxers hand Coming alive when touched by his father Alive with green-ness Alive with time -no longer on the old mans side looking ......

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...UNFINISHED IN CONNEMARA Small drizzle - or sea spray? Wets the face - not enough to teardrop. Above a cold damp brow, Beads edging down the black wool - Not heavy enough to run, n......

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...He stands atop the ancient towers, both grey and cold as skies Which howl about and bow the trees, and blow his longish hair— His countenance stern, he stares below to where his army lies; Full......

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