Brighid's Runes Anthology

In Aid of the Green Belt Movement Rachel Mica McCann has produced and edited a lovely collection of women's poetry entitled Bridhid's Runes . Rachel describes the book as
Bio: Geraldine Moorkens Byrne, Ireland. Folklore & Irish Folk Magic Educator DraĆocht Ceoil The Sound of Music In Irish Traditions (MOON BOOKS 2026) The Caroline Jordan Mysteries, The Music Shop Mysteries, Poetry: Anthologies (eg Poems From The Lockdown) magazines (eg Asia Geographic) E-zines ( Poetry Life & Times, Prairie Poetry). Some poems have been performed as theatre in Ireland Uk & USA. Collection of poetry "Dreams of Reality" is available on Amazon & KU

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A flicker of amusement
lights the pallid face
of the young man
in the grey suit
with sandy hair; subject of
a nondescript description.
He finds it slightly cheerful that
his boss, who is
a tyrant among slaves
and rabbits
is older/vaguer/paler
than he.
In this, this decay of a man
resides his fondest hopes
and sweet desires.
Such noble cause, such noble man.
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Poetry Life and Times
Great new edition for August! *
Edited by Robin Ouzman Hislop
This months edition concentrates on the theme of Climate Chaos and Earth’s Revenge.
*(and I'm not just saying that cos I am in it lol)
I have three poems viewable there: Territory, The Murder of Cliona and Angry Rivers
There is also an interview with a poet I admire, Ian Thorpe and other great poetry.
Check it out!
It's a great Ezine and really deserving of support so get over there and read. It also has a new interactive section including news, blogs, polls etc.
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Obituary: Ingmar Bergman
Ingmar Bergman's films tackled profound questionsIngmar Bergman, who has died aged 89, was known as "the poet of the cinema....Full Story Here
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In a week that saw the Greens enter power for the first time in their history;
Green Party On
I walked Tara as a child
on ramparts ancient paused,
while parents stared at vistas far beyond
our youthful minds.
They were from a generation
far different from our own;
not for them the instant or the undeserved,
unearned reward.
Now matrons move their children
to the sticks, to mix with others
in surburban bliss, sans roads and schools
and infrastructure.
The chattering classes sit on
their ass and talk about recycling;
while sympathizing with those who would
bulldoze Tara.
The Green voter pledged to Save
Tara, til they smelt power and
in that moment turned to establishment
and economics.
Converted to Mamon
and to Progress, our most devoutly
prasied god in modern Ireland, sans Heritage
or pride.
Party On Green Men. Pary
while they destroy six thousand
years of dreams and literature and history
and sanctity.
Move to Meath, with your SUVs
and flood the rural scene with stress,
you'll be unmolested by men of conscience, not
in Ireland.
Geraldine Moorkens Byrne
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Part of a series on friendship, this poem may seem oblique in its refernces but it has a very simple premise, that moment of triumph over someone who traditionally has played the dominant role. Sometimes this can be innocent, often less so - we have mixed feelings towards those friends we allow into our lives but with whom we have fraught or resentful relationships.
That soft underbelly of friendship, the slightly unhealthy range of emotions in particualr in long term relationships with others, who hald keys to parts of ourselves and remember us at times we might prefer to forget....that is the unifying theme of the Frienship poems.
The Contest
At last I have won;
My wits against yours
my worth weighed,
yours found wanting.
Over dramatic? yes
but oh so sweet -
a victory plucked
from your defeat.
Old friend, forgive
me my gloating tone.
Remember I have tasted
ashes for you, alone.
I have waited eons
to rise once above you
to be the sole voice
soaring, sounding true.
I am petty, I know
but old friend, you often
broke my heart
time without end.
Geraldine Moorkens Byrne
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The british book awards are taking votes for various favourite authors in different categories: popular fiction rewarded by the public. You can vote for authors as diverse as Ian Rankin, Terry Pratchett and Marian Keyes, so go over and speak up for your favourite book or writer whether its light hearted fiction or serious literature.
http://www.britishbookawards.co.uk
I've never got the elitest fear of popularity. Marian Keyes writes better books than many a clever, literary pretender. Terry Pratchett has created a whole new world, one which frankly surpasses this reality in almost every point :). While we need "serious" writers, the John Boyne and Iain Pears we also need those who teach us something while we smile and escape. I've learnt more life lessons from Rachel's Holiday and Granny Weatherwax than from all the clever heartless prose I've read over the years..
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On of the main activities at Halloween / Oiche Shamhna in Ireland has always been Divination, especially trying to figure out your chances ...