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Wild Sea Waves

In Dublin I knew a woman, with flax golden hair Tressed like wild sea waves, her heart, her voice was Irish, her name, her vibrancy were Viking. She was Dublin. We lived, together, in The Liberties while both of us sought freedom, she, from youth and I, from bondage. The Viking Wall is behind my…Read more Wild Sea Waves

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 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

Social Fretwork

Last month, my poem Social Fretwork got chosen as one of the top poems of the September Wildsound Poetry festival in Toronto (https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/09/24/social-fretwork-poetry-reading-by-dermott-hayes/) but I was less than happy with the resulting recording of the poem. So I recorded my own version. Incidentally, you will notice the link above, to the Poetry Festival, says 'social-fretwork-poetry-reading-by-dermott-hayes'…Read more Social Fretwork