Thursday, September 5, 2013

Lakeside Dreams (published by Riposte 2013) and later by Street line Critics, Limerick - written on the street (fun exercise)

Lakeside Dreams

Dusk by the lakeside,
waters gently lap the shore.
The breeze weaves through tall reeds
to dance amid soft mountain shadows.  

A cold moon rises
behind a copse of Oak,
rolling smoky skies.

In the hush of midnight
bare branches reach to the stars,
gathering the falling darkness
into a night of dreams.

Lakeside dreams written on the street in Limerick

haiga (dappled green)

Published in A New Ulster September 2013

cool woodlands
of summer --
dappled green

haiku and haiga (summer 2013)

embroidered hedgerows --
the yellow scent
of summer

published in A Hundred Gourds June 2012

woodland brome
bend with dew --
crescent moon

Haiga made of embroidered hedgerows below

Tuesday, April 23, 2013

The Attic Chest

Winter winds the darkness
into the attic chest,
her cold bosom wrinkles
like a wind-blown river.
Wet snow sparkles
from tiny crevices,
trickles gently
like a mountain stream.

Autumn leaves coil
like a dancers ringlets
they twist and spin
like angel feathers,

I grasp the last one on the wind.                      

Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Wildflowers ( Haiku)

wildflower meadows --
the call of a lark
pipes the air

wildflower meadows --
memories of summers

butterfly (Spring haiku)

fills the alleyway
butterfly dawn

Saturday, April 6, 2013

Spring haiku

between long shadows
Spring morning

tree shadows stretch
into the light
Spring day

Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Poetry24: Haikus

Poetry24: Haikus: tears cleanse stains on soiled linen-- Magdalene redress dirty laundry-- Magdalene women get state apology ©  Máire Morrissey-Cummin...

Saturday, January 5, 2013

Fairymount Farm

Autumn Morning
At Fairymount Farm

to the sound of  water
creak from the attic floor.
Voices croak
with cloud-filled slumber,
curtains slide
to rolling fields.

A sage green barn
amid billowing oak,
the rose cottage
shines in morning dew.
Scarlet windows
like Autumn berries,
the haw, the spindle
in fairy hedgerows.

Virginia creeper
hugs my window,
claret leaves quiver
the crisp September air.
Breakfast bowls
rattle clean from the dishwasher
as morning stirs
on Fairymount farm.

Wednesday, January 2, 2013