Got to read 'Steelmaking and stories from Haulbowline' by Jim Shealy this week. A really great book capturing the stories of generations of hard working men & women who made a life for themselves and their families from working on Haulbowline in Irish Steel. The extensive use of oral history adds, as always, an element... Continue Reading →
Gleanings from Cork Harbour
Got to finish 'Gleanings from Cork Harbour' by Anne Mc Sweeney this week. It's a fascinating read, Full of interesting stories about this wonderful harbour. Thoughtful and touching, capturing lots of snapshots of the smaller histories & details which add to the great richness of the place we call home. Plenty of copies to be... Continue Reading →
Not Alone in the Silence.
Not Alone in the Silence.Who are you? Called to wake mid-morning light,To face the hurts and hardships of the day,For not alone, we stand against this blight,A multitude of hands unto the fray. Despite those times on immigrants they spat,Raising empty cries or barbed calumnies,Here far from home in distant Gujarat,Nurse they now our stricken... Continue Reading →
The Silence Anthology.
In July last year Pat Carroll, drawing on inspiration from the photography of Rob O'Connor created The Silence. This project brought together over forty-five creatives, authors, poets, artists, and photographers to explore their experiences during the first lockdowns of the COVID-19 pandemic. I was privileged to take part with all these wonderful people below... Claire... Continue Reading →
Cobh Little Library
I am delighted to say that this Cobh Little Library project which has been burning away slowly for a number of years, has now come into being and taken it's first steps. Cobh Tidy Towns and Cobh Readers & Writers shall be working together to make this Little Library a reality. In just a couple... Continue Reading →
Cobh Readers & Writers Daily Prompt ~ Day IV
Cobh R&W Prompt Day IV The return of the Buzzard to the skies of Ireland, is occurring and they can be seen now in ever greater numbers. It is a wonderful sight, there are several mating pairs who have carved out territories all around the island of Cobh. In their turn the younger birds, leave... Continue Reading →
Cobh Readers & Writers Daily Prompt ~ Day III
Cobh R&W Prompt Day III So today's prompt took further inspiration from this piece of sea glass which I picked up on a Sunday walk at Youghal, Co. Cork. Sea Glass.Who did hurl you that you came to rest,Lost from your mortar,At the high tide mark,Here, were the sea licks Ireland,As it takes its payment... Continue Reading →
Cobh Readers and Writers Daily Prompt Day II
Cobh R&W Daily Prompt II So here is this mornings effort, another #micropoem. Guard of Nature.Quack, spake the Mandarin,And the kindhearted rustled,The paper bag to pull scraps,And crumbs of poppyseeded bread,To share on the tended bank,Of the shapely pond,A guard of nature,Adding each gentle act,As they pause and ponder,To the universes store of karmic credit.... Continue Reading →
2nd Annual Cobh Readers & Writers Festival Poetry Competition
I have the privilege of being the PRO for Cobh Readers and Writers Festival. Each year they run a four day Festival in Cobh, the most beautiful seaside town in Ireland. This years festival runs from the 23rd to the 26th of April. The all volunteer committee do huge work each year to deliver the... Continue Reading →
Something in the Water.
Something in the Water.
There must be something in the water that nourishes writers on this Great Island of ours, as it has such an abundance of them. Perhaps, as the Lee flows along, it gathers stories from its many tributaries and courses, tumbling them in its stream as it flows ever onward on its journey to the Atlantic. Or maybe it’s the nature of living on the harbour, where for centuries ships have sailed and sheltered as the flow of commerce from across the nation has funnelled goods and people to its quaysides; then onward to new horizons waiting out past Roches point.
Something draws them to come to rest, like so many grains of sand, onto the shores of Cobh. This never-resting, ever-changing harbour has borne witness to the heartache of the emigrant and the excitement of unknown adventures for those drawn to a life on the ocean. Cobh’s every corner is etched with history and the endless search for fresh possibilities seems to stimulate the creativity of the local writers. They wait like Heaney at his desk, ‘Between my finger and my thumb, The squat pen rests. I’ll dig with it.’, and what a range of stories our local writers unearth in their digging.
Angels voices soaring to roll off the ceilings curves,numb hands pressed against grieving ones,roaring winds pulling at the aged stones,no threat to peace or pain inside the vault,sharing the seeping warmth of love departed.
The lintels still carry chisel strikes,left by rough hands that toiled,a hundred years of rain have yet,to find their way inside,each stone as tight together as the families,who sit in hushed mourning rows beneath,
The rusty frames have faded into the background,beyond the comprehension of the busy lives bustling underneath,the silent gaze of the towering giants,steadfast vigil beside the dark river,strangers eyes see the flaking struts,derelict complaints can’t reach the pigeons nesting over Verolme,