I saw the Strokestown Poetry Festival looking for poems for a competition earlier this year. For the craic I wrote something, needless to say it didn't get shortlisted. I think I should stick to the photography. Whispering trees The trees whisper of lives lost too soon the hunger of a nation who cried to... Continue Reading →
Well the blog took off big time yesterday. I had the second busiest day with blog visits since I started the blog 8 years ago! Most importantly I'm just so struck by how kind and supportive the majority of people are. My 'poisonous parrot' (as it's called in CBT) is working overtime at the moment.... Continue Reading →
As I haven't been picking up the camera I've been messing about writing. On one of my walks I was inspired to write this - it's a sort of poem (I think!) A cottage with a red tin roof, stone walls whispering silent tales to anyone who cares to listen. Dandelion fairies dance in the... Continue Reading →
A safe place, a friendly face, a golden globe of light. A dancing flame that speaks my name and chases away the night. The shadow is there but there's warmth in the air, Held in the haven of this room. A sacred hour, a healing power, That helps diminish the doom.
I'm still busy working on my 'Wild Atlantic Wayfarer' photo exhibition. Last week I got to visit the Isle of Innisfree, as made famous by the poet WB Yeats. I've wanted to go for a long time so it was great to finally get the opportunity. I went along with Eddie, who runs Lough Gill... Continue Reading →