| 0 | From Poetry Ireland NewsletterThe White House Poetry Series | Tommy Murray |
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| | ![]() Meath Writers Group poet Tommy Murray will be this week’s guest reader at the White House. Venue: The White House pub, O’Connell Street, LimerickTime: 9.30pm E: edodwyer84@gmail.com http://whitehousepoetry.blogspot.com/ |
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Sunday, July 25, 2010
Sunday, July 4, 2010
Monday, June 28, 2010
Shanloth from the Meath Anthology
Shanloth
You could set your watch
By the fields around Shanloth
Especially on warm summer evenings
When the creosote dribbles down the gate posts
And the rocks in the river bed
Are painted dry by July
Half past eight and the hawk hangs no hands
Above the acropolis of Neville’s old house
He’s spoiled for choice and opts for
A colossus of copper beach ten minutes later
It will be nearing nine when the big shorthorns
Begin to make elbow their way
Through the sheep on Canty’s Hill
By ten all will have disappeared under
An avalanche of night
And only the moon will strike the hour
Over the pyramids of Egypt
Tommy Murray
From Counting Stained glass Windows Lapwing 2009
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Evening at Trim Castle
A glimpse of countless bats
In airy flight
Their exploits never fail to enthral
I marvel at their superhuman sight
At sunset as they buzz the castle wall
Tommy Murray
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Meath Junior Writer's Group
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Irish Life and Lore Series
Meath Oral History Collection edited by Maurice O'Keefe was launched tonight (16th June 2010)by Councillor William Carey and features the memories of a number of Meath people including yours truely. Each of the participants received a CD with their photograph on the sleeve. A milestone in the history of the county is how one of the speakers described the launch. The CDs will now go on sale worldwide
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Certificate of Merit
Lemming
I remember the moment
You, lying there
Immaculate in pinstripe and cuff links
And the tie you only wore to weddings
The broad grin fixed
For all eternity
You blew your chance then
Of growing old gracefully
Missed out on memories
Pipe smoke and slippers
Sunsets of affection
You might have been famous
Graced the top tables
Taken your place
On pedestals and podiums
Had you not decided to leave?
When you did, and so suddenly
You could have taken it all in your stride
Laurel wreath and golden handshake
And yes, you also missed out on
Crow’s feet and quackery
Weeks of wet Mondays
And endless obituaries

