Discovering a new poet- Ciaran Carson

The town where I live has many barber shops, betting shops (gambling dens) and fortunately many charity shops. Since the end of lock-down, as part of the recovery process I have been raiding the latter and especially one which has a rich supply of poetry books. Taking advantage of my reduced price filter coffee at… Continue reading Discovering a new poet- Ciaran Carson

The Chinese Restaurant in Portrush by Derek Mahon

Before the first visitor comes the spring Softening the sharp air of the coast In time for the first ‘invasion’. Today the place is as it might have been, Gentle and almost hospitable. A girl Strides past the Northern Counties Hotel, Light-footed, swinging a book-bag, And the doors that were shut all winter Against the… Continue reading The Chinese Restaurant in Portrush by Derek Mahon

A Disused Shed in County Wexford by Derek Mahon

They are begging us, you see, in their wordless way, To do something, to speak on their behalf Or at least not to close the door again. Lost people of Treblinka and Pompeii! ‘Save us, save us,’ they seem to say, ‘Let the god not abandon us Who have come so far in darkness and… Continue reading A Disused Shed in County Wexford by Derek Mahon

The Last of the Fire Kings -an extract from Derek Mahon

Five years I have reigned During which time I have lain awake each night And prowled by day In the sacred grove For fear of the usurper, Perfecting my cold dream Of a place out of time, A palace of porcelain Where the frugivorous Inheritors recline In their rich fabrics Far from the sea. I… Continue reading The Last of the Fire Kings -an extract from Derek Mahon

Under the influence of both Louis MacNeice and Dylan Thomas

It is always a pleasure to discover a new poet as I did when I came across the following book locally, which I strongly recommend for its style and elegance ;- The spirits have dispersed, the woods faded to grey from midnight blue leaving a powdery residue, night music fainter, frivolous gods withdrawing, cries of… Continue reading Under the influence of both Louis MacNeice and Dylan Thomas

Erinnerung an die Marie A. (Berthold Brecht)

          An jenem Tag im blauen Mond September Still unter einem jungen Pflaumenbaum Da hielt ich sie, die stille bleiche Liebe In meinem Arm wie einen holden Traum. Und über uns im schönen Sommerhimmel War eine Wolke, die ich lange sah Sie war sehr weiß und ungeheuer oben Und als ich… Continue reading Erinnerung an die Marie A. (Berthold Brecht)