Category Archives: Poetry

(One for the summer…Two leaders, any place, anytime) When Heaney met Yeats When two songbirds met together they flew O’er buttock carved hills distant and blue Each sang of the flowers both petal and cup And daisies like quail eggs … Continue reading →

WJ Cooper series No 13 Limerick Sonnet Oh Luimneach a stór my one reverie Where flows the broad Shannon joyously by As gulls on the wing bring tales from the sea And dreams of Adare tie sheaves of surprise The … Continue reading →

WJ Cooper series No12 Wexford Sonnet A gem by the waves all purple and gold From fine sands at Clone to Hook and beyond Brave Wexford my love a thrill to behold Oh Slaney your banks our nation did bond … Continue reading →

WJ Cooper series No 11 Donegal Sonnet Oh Donegal’s homes as much famed in song From Slieve League to Malin turf fires aglow A pot on the boil as they went along And wonderful sunsets west of Dungloe Great Glenveagh’s … Continue reading →

WJ Cooper series No 10 Meath Sonnet The wonder of Newgrange set by the Boyne Where skylarks announce beneath royal skies The elk and wild boar gave heart hide and loin Whilst forbears in peace awaited sunrise Doves in the … Continue reading →

WJ Cooper series No 9 Clare Sonnet Away I must fly to sweet county Clare Where cliffs form a wall ‘gainst thunderous seas Old suns red as blood pastelling the air With Dromoland’s birds all singing for me Oh bold … Continue reading →

WJ Cooper series No 8 Leitrim Sonnet Oh Leitrim my love with snippet of sea Where Yeats’ Glencar fills pools of romance Sheebeg and Sheemore a wonder to see And Lough Allen’s slopes where old fairies dance Stone Coracloona the … Continue reading →

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No 7. Co Down Sonnet. WJ Cooper series The Mountains of Mourne a treasure for me As thrushes greet kings from each holly bush The farrier’s anvil sends melodies As galaxies roll in maritime lush Such sights can be seen … Continue reading →

WJ Cooper series No 6 Sligo Sonnet Oh mighty Ben Bulben peeps through the mist As notes from Killavil send a sweet riff Beautiful Sligo where angels exist And softly our poet sleeps at Drumcliff From luscious Lough Arrow to … Continue reading →