“Battle through the foggy shroud, oh you wise fish of Saints, flee the earthly spires of this city of the damned and the pious faithful.”
One sentence. Saturday 26th April 2025
One sentence. Friday 25th April 2025
“The jostle stone stood mute to passersby, sentinel to the forgotten gateway of the silent workshop, which echoed no more with the ancient blacksmith’s song.”
Advice for the ages from General Sir Anthony Cecil Hogmanay Melchett, VC, KCB, DSO
Writing a novel can feel like a slog through mud and mire. Advice from General Melchett on pig-headed persistence, and a nod to the allies who keep me going over the top.
Something in the Water
There must be something in the water that nourishes writers on this Great Island of ours. Trish Carlos, Dr Michael Martin, Michelle Dunne, Glenn Kavanagh and Trevor Laffan on why Cobh breeds storytellers, and how they find the time to write.
The Island
Angels' voices soaring to roll off the ceiling's 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…
Ruins of Houses
In the shattered ruins of abandoned houses, / Lie secret notes on scraps of paper, / Tucked beneath the mossy stones, / Silent questions to be buried under falling needles, / Hopes and fears unanswered in the rough pine forest…
Words
The words were sent out of the window and into the world, / Spiralling nouns danced on the breeze and prose rose on light airs, / Gusting gales could not the verbs shake loose from bonds of rhyme…
Wind
Seek the high and lonely places, / let the roar of wind push electronic chatter from your ears, / and drag a tear from an eye that was dry too long. / Breathe deep…
Recent Comments