Second Childhood by Mike Douse

Second Childhood Some day I’ll be a boy again And scamper through the springtime field To sow the seeds before the rain When all my wounds of age have healed. I’ll reacquaint myself with mud And trap the three-spined stickleback In Redbrick Woods beside...

Post Office Field, Ennis by Martin Vernon

Post Office Field, Ennis Two dead trees Stand tall Washing their feet In the Fergus As it gently chuckles by No hint of life No bud No shoot No leaf Bark naked Yet life flourishes Everywhere Sustained and Invisibly tended By this stark couple Above Winter Cormorants...

‘The Flaggy Shore’ by Frank Golden

The Flaggy Shore I have walked the Flaggy Shore a thousand times, ten thousand times, infinitesimally eroding fossilised crustaceans, clusters of calcified weed, delicate evidences locked in time. I lick the salt stone, and whisper to its eerie space words it will...

Lyric No.12 by Brendan O Beirne

Lyric No.12 A thought flew across the sky alone. The gorgeous geometry of open windows is questioned by morning sun. A private meadow. Full forum of birds. A stream of reasons. A white wind of pages. The road prospers. Foray of friends. Sap is a style of green...

Steps of Lahinch by Joe Healy

Steps of Lahinch I’ve danced many a set Since we first poured concrete For the steps at Lahinch beach. Spacebars separated steel from shuttering. We dowelled the old to new so well, Laid big rocks nearby, to protect against The Atlantic swell. So many have used those...