TRUMP v The Huddled Masses

A senior Trump advisor, Stephen Miller, sparked a furor last week when he dismissed the famous poem at the base of the Statue of Liberty. In response, The Guardian asked 21 poets: what type of poem would Trump like to see at the statue?So I thought I'd have a go myself and here's my tuppence…Read more TRUMP v The Huddled Masses

SUBSTANDARD

Epitaph on a TyrantW. H. Auden, 1907 - 1973   Perfection, of a kind, was what he was after, And the poetry he invented was easy to understand; He knew human folly like the back of his hand, And was greatly interested in armies and fleets; When he laughed, respectable senators burst with laughter, And…Read more SUBSTANDARD

The Deal – #4 in the Taking Liberties Project

The Deal By a busy city street three men in a lane, between the Middle East store and Vicar St, bent in business, oblivious to the hub-bub, rush hour people, going home, intent on the share, the deal of their lives, this minute. Few words, hungry eyes, gaunt and haunted, slaves of the powder that…Read more The Deal – #4 in the Taking Liberties Project

Libertie’s, a poem

I live in The Liberties, one of the oldest parts of the city of Dublin, the outer suburb of the medieval walled city where the native Irish lived to trade with and serve the city's Norman rulers. It is an area rich with history and a strong sense of community. The Bells of St Patrick's is…Read more Libertie’s, a poem

The Bells of St Patrick’s

The bells, the bells, not Quasimodo’s old Dame, St Patrick’s on a Sunday morning, the bell ringers gather,  to chime and clang, layer upon layer, a resounding Dublin breakfast for a city waking to repent the night’s excesses. What joy, what horror, shut the bleeding window, have they no respect for the self afflicted? Bellicose…Read more The Bells of St Patrick’s

Dancing in the Moonlight

Dancing in the moonlight, the moon, her partner and stars, the twinkling audience. She spins and twirls to the sound of winds, heart racing, to freedom's adventure. yes, tonight she dances, beyond the grasp of captors and far beyond the sight of those who dare not dream. Tonight she dances free, to walk in fields…Read more Dancing in the Moonlight