Exciting news! Calling all poetry lovers, Inga Brigitta's collection In and Out is almost ready for release! Details of how to order will be posted on http://www.ppppublishing.com - it will retail at £8.95 plus postage from cafepress, or will be available in Ireland from PPP Publishing, and direct from the poet herself in the UK.
This is the ideal xmas gift for poetry lovers, or just for yourself.
Tuesday 1 November 2011
Friday 21 October 2011
Written this morning in the Stephen's Green as my one year old slept happily in his Bugaboo, all wrapped up against the Autumn bite. There is nowhere quite as pleasant as the Green on a quiet Autumnal morning.
In Dublin, it is a treat
to find a seat in the Stephen's
Near the fountains
on Constance's Side
Where if you sit quiet and still
On an Autumn Morning
Chill in the air, and Leaves falling
A robin might appear
at your feet
Under the seat, where careless
Spill crumbs from O'Briens
And you watch the punks and goths
Followed by the suits and shoppers
And a park keeper passes
And nods, hello, the ducks in the pond
Tuesday 11 October 2011
Delighted to contribute a piece to The Balanced Witch blog - this is my piece on motherhood and the spiritual journey. Read and comment, and support a lovely blog/site.
Posted by Geraldine Moorkens Byrne at 16:19
Wednesday 28 September 2011
Saturday 17 September 2011
For Ronan, for 25 years.
25 years ago
On the concourse of UCD
Or hanging in the students union
We were arrogant and lost
In impossible measures
Transparent in our voices
Ideals worn with cynical pride
Titling at dragons and chasing dreams
Angst and alcohol, side by side
25 years ago,
you became a sentinel in my life
prompting me when I stumbled
one of the foundations
of who I am.
We have both made our journeys
In miles, in thought, in dream or deed
Each one ending in our reunion
Friendship it seems, is our only need.
Wednesday 31 August 2011
Inspired by Immrama, and the bringing of meditation and journeying techniques into modern life
In search of a lost girl
The summer of my youth was spent
In smoky pubs; making rain
While the sun shone.
On and on, I traversed the lines
And wasted time like golden coin.
How to glimpse again the vanished day?
Travel through the shades and speak
To my younger, lost self? And take
her by the hand and reinvent
the landscape of my past.
I have lit incense to the god of time
And sweated out the years
I have shed tears and offered wine
And burnt meat. They will not treat
With me, and silently disdain.
I will return to the ways of my mothers,
And sail into the western seas,
Mannanán will guide me to Hy-Brasil
And I will alight at the sacred Isles
Where all answers lie, hidden.
Among the old, I will walk with ease.
It will please me to hear the old words
And sing the old songs, among the trees.
I will make a harp of my sorrows and dance
And woo time with my lips.
Friday 5 August 2011
This is an old one; I found it recently online and thought, well if it's on other sites it should get a place on my own blog...I have mixed feelings about it, it is a poem written about the claims of old friends who are no longer friends. It was written for someone I knew in my teens and twenties, a very different place in my life.
We were lost for a while, despite maps
You looked into the distance and called
and your voice returned multifold.
I had told you that there was an echo but
you wouldn't believe an old friend;
I am hurt that you had no faith
and in the end we are what we believe.
The trek to the summit was hard
and I longed to be back in the valleys;
I wouldn't say so to you,
and you knew I was being forbearing
how deeply you hate me, my old friend.
I am submerged in the cool lake, swimming
and the sound of your voice is muffled;
I am free of the claims of the past, even
as you climb into my present.
Saturday 30 July 2011
Just ordered a new book of poetry from Robert Lee Brewer, the second of his collections. "Escape" should be good, if it's half as good as "Enter" I'll be happy. Anyone looking for a good book of modern poetry, check out his blog (click on the title above) or twitter @robertleebrewer. It's only $10 plus postage. Enter was an excellent, well selected, cohesive collection and a thoroughly enjoyable read.1.
Tuesday 28 June 2011
Well Charlie himself will be interviewed on Italian TV soon; he's no stranger to print and radio interviews although this may be his first TV one. Some favourite interviews over the years have included one he did for the students in Rathmines College of Commerce, a radio documentary for Lyric FM on buying a first violin and a wonderful print interview (later part of a book) by Rose DOyle for the Irish Times.
We are looking forward now to seeing what the Italian interview is like and what they are looking for! Details will be shared as we find them out.
Thursday 23 June 2011
There is an excellent segment on the Joe Duffy LIVELINE show on RTE radio one (today Thursday 23rd June 2011)about the Doctors and medics being held, tortured and falsely accused in Bahrain.
You can listen to the podcast if you miss the show: just visit rte.ie and look for Liveline and then for Thursday 23rd June show. If I have time I will post a direct link later.http://www.rte.ie/radio1/liveline/
The plight of these poor medics has to be brought to the attention of the world. many were trained in the Royal College of Surgeons Ireland and all are innocent of terrible charges. It is a tragedy and the RCSI refuses to help them, for financial reasons. Overseas Students are a lucrative business for them.
Please listen, and if you can join in the campaign to help them. Doctors especially are needed to sign petitions and force the RSCI to act.
Let's make a difference. Retweet this, facebook it, write to the newspapers, write to the Bahrainian Embassy London
Wednesday 22 June 2011
Beaker Folk of Husborne Crawley: Oppress Stonehenge's Neo-Pagan Hippies: Guardian
This is an excellent blog post from
"Archdruid" Eileen - while I personally hold no brief for the modern "Druid" and some of the antics surrounding sacred sites by the tree hugging hippy neo-Druidic movement I think this sums up why we all have to make room for other people's beliefs and practices.
Well written and well argued.
Posted by Geraldine Moorkens Byrne at 15:13
Thursday 2 June 2011
Anyone who writes with an eye to alternative spirituality should check out Pagan Writer's Community on Facebook and also the new website on http://grou.ps/paganwriterscommunity/
An excellent resource for esoteric writings, pagan poetry and fiction and to connect and interact with other writers.
Tuesday 31 May 2011
Listowel Writers Week start June 1st and runs to June 5th inclusive; it boasts a great programme of events and lots of variety - theatre, poetry, novels - with readings from great authors including Neil Jordan. Ronan Wilson and more!
check out http://writersweek.ie/ and consider a different Bank Holiday Weekend !
Saturday 28 May 2011
To read the poem from the John Murray poetry competition, check out HERE
To listen to it being read by Pat Boran, and hear the other excellent entries and the winners check out HERE (the poetry competition is 6th down the page)
Many thanks to everyone who emailed or twittered how much they enjoyed the poem and thanks for all the extremely kind comments. I think you'll really enjoy the standard of poems read out on air; from junior level upwards the winners are so impressive. Please listen and let the show know how much you enjoyed the poetry competition. Poetry needs your support. Don't forget to twitter using the hash key #writingcommunity
Thursday 26 May 2011
Well, I am very pleased with myself this morning. I tuned in to listen to the results of the poetry competition, hoping that someone I knew might have done well. They read out about four or five poems, including the category winners and a sample of commended poems. Imagine my utter delight when the judge read out my poem Aisling and commented on it. The standard of entries was so high, it was a compliment to be included.
What completely impressed me was the standard of the junior and senior school entries - there's a lot right with our country when our youth has such a passionate and literate voice.
If you visit http://www.rte.ie/radio1/thejohnmurrayshow/ by tomorrow there should be a podcast to listen to of today's show. My poem "Aisling" is read just before the overall Adult winner is announced.
Wednesday 25 May 2011
This is a poem for the medics arrested in Bahrain as part of the brutal clampdown on pro democracy demonstrators; some were arrested for their politcal prodemocracy views and others for helping injured demonstrators in the street. They are falsely accused of inflicting worse injuries on patients than originally suffered. The charges are cruel, injust and downright lies. Some of the Doctors will be executed if the Bahrain government has its way; for "extending" wounds suffered in the attack on demonstrators. In fact they were only trying to tend the injured people. One doctor's wife was abducted and tortured in an attempt to force her to lie about her husband. One lawyer for them was arrested the day before the trial.
In Bahrain today
Black clothed men stalk
Step outside into the street
In Bahrain today
and ask for help
No doctor will reply
If you came to me
In Bahrain today
and begged me to save you
your son your daughter
my no means death
In Bahrain today
Please get involved Amnesty International
Thursday 12 May 2011
Tomorrow is the closing date for entries to the John Murray Poetry Competition on RTE radion one in association with Listowel Writers' Week.
The theme is Ireland 2011 and the poem must be 20 lines or less. There are three categories, two for school goers and one for adults. Read the submission guidelines at the link above.
Saturday 7 May 2011
Just heard of the death of a friend; she hadn't been around in the last few years but I have very fond memories of her charm and elegance. This is for her.
August in Dublin
For her was hats
Shoes and other
But mainly hats
Ladies day at the RDS
Sore shoes on inexperienced feet
I complained but she laughed
Suffer for fashion, ladies
The rituals of ladyship
She took seriously
Played by the rules.
Once she made
a lime green hat
She was Hitchcock cool
With a passionate eye
I remember most
How she enjoyed it all
Posted by Geraldine Moorkens Byrne at 16:57
Wednesday 4 May 2011
Just a reminder that there are still a few days left in which to enter the inaugural John Murray Show Poetry Competition.
Full details here at http://writersweek.ie/uncategorized/rte-john-murray-show-poetry-competition
The theme is Ireland 2011 and it is held in conjunction with Listowel Writers Week.
Posted by Geraldine Moorkens Byrne at 13:40
Saturday 9 April 2011
How do you see me? he asked
I paused. At nineteen how do you answer that?
How do you say, I cannot describe you?
He was, we were,
wild beauty rocks and mountains and waterfalls
or we were urban decay wasteland and wire fence
I remember those days through a haze of nostalgia
the least of them pulsates like a beating heart
lifeblood of experience
I was unknown. You were unspoken
He was unformed. She was unbroken.
We were untitled landscapes.
Sunday 27 February 2011
I stood with you on the edge of rain
Deep In a forest in a foreign land
We danced between two states of mind
Sun to storm, hand in hand
Leaves made dappled patterns on the path
Rivers formed beneath our glancing feet
We circled stately like twin stars
Cheek to cheek, the twain did meet
Posted by Geraldine Moorkens Byrne at 22:03
Sunday 6 February 2011
She dances like a wave
Undulations leaving ridges
In the sands of time
She dances like long grass
Sighing before the wind
Bending low to kiss the earth
She dances to the song
Of larks on the wing
Wheeling free against the sun
And the world stands still
Posted by Geraldine Moorkens Byrne at 19:57
Saturday 5 February 2011
Lift fallen leaves
against my window
To rain hitting glass
Dancing on metal
Wild joyful screams
Low moans of pain
Finding hidden passages
Creeping through gaps
To place cold fingers
On your cheek
Posted by Geraldine Moorkens Byrne at 21:02
Friday 4 February 2011
For obvious reasons I have had no time to write in the last 4 months; but there's one piece of rhyme I have composed ! This is what I sing to my 4 month old baby boy. I doubt it'll stand as my greatest poetic work but he seems to like it.
I have the best baby in the whole wide world
his name is darabean
he's the best baby
that you've ever seen
I love my baby
and my baby, he loves me
We both love Daddy
that's a family of three!