Monthly Archives: September 2020

The King # The Greatest. Muhammad Ali Loved ‘Bad’ Sonny Liston Red Crazy Horse And bold Solzhenitsyn It’s forty three years Since we said goodbye Elvis the King You’ll just never die My own Annie Oakley Played The Boys of … Continue reading →

Valentia # Victory in Auch. Watching the whales From cliffs on Valentia Squadrons sing hymns For those in absentia Fuchsias from Scotland Orange waves on the move An ocean of colours For hands to approve Dulcetly chirping Notes through the … Continue reading →

John Hume # Gandhi & King. The cat got the cream In a thatch in Drumlish Juice from the Gods In her own gold rimmed dish Counting the stars Like shells on the ridge A banshee is keening From Foyle … Continue reading →

Cliffs of Clare # Zizi Jarmaire A true scribe of Aran One Breandán Ó’ hEithir The view from his cradle The stark cliffs of Clare To drift on a clear morn When tide is at neap Passing the caves Where … Continue reading →

Princess Grace # Strumpet City & Big Moss (RIP) Our beautiful Grace And true Gaelic loyalty A prince bent his knee To real Irish royalty Names scratched on windows Gore-Booth’s Lisadell Mass revolution Cathartic church bells James Plunkett his pen … Continue reading →

Peter Green # Olivia De Havilland. A carriage is waiting Beyond the moon beams A team of draught horses To take Peter Green I hope that John Lennon Has made it to heaven As rocking Mick Jagger Is seventy seven … Continue reading →

Lindisfarne # Christy Browne. Edna O’Brien And her Country Girls Innocence flowing Sweet words and curls The rustling yews Of peaceful Ardcarne A spiritual hilltop A shy Lindisfarne Aranmen carry Their currachs on high Beetles on beaches Mumbling on by … Continue reading →

Ruth Morrissey # Amy Winehouse RIP. (Late July) Bright star of her county Young Rosie Mc Cann Near beautiful Banbridge By the banks of the Bann Clouds over Munster This very sad day Ruth has departed And gone on her … Continue reading →

Campbell, Ward & Cat. Enamel on cups On bowls and on potties Beleek and bone china In posh Montenotte The age old saga Of Campbell or Ward One was a genius The other our Lord Flickering embers Like yarns in … Continue reading →

Parnell # Moving statues. Lapidary lines On cut Wicklow stone Parnell and Davitt Out on their own Old Metals rail walk Towards climber’s quarry Where men of pure iron Near formed a corrie We passed Dalkey castle With it’s flag … Continue reading →