Through the night sky ,
I watched the cup of a rose
fill with the sky’s tears.
Spilled water seeps to earth
it seeps to eyes of bone.
Lost the wonder of your touch the pale
sun around your lips, the moon inside
your mouth.
So much wish to touch past the stars
and burst that skin that holds grey sky.
Pulling back the past the curtained night
to change it into day.
Then maybe I could see her face as flowers
subside in rain.
Then maybe i could see your face
as flowers subside in rain.
Do you remember the big shamrock she used to wear ?
The oversized hat and the ribbons green white and gold, that
Shimmered like her, so bold.
We laughed when we saw it, and curled up in a ball.
But she didn’t care, about our loving jeers
Delighted to walk in the Tallaght parade.
We’d revel in her joy like rainbows breaking clouds.
Entertained for hours when she was well.
Eating monkey nuts , shells scattered over a cold floor
Newspapers strewn to the door.
It was chips all round, and she’d only ask for a bit of
Fish.
Round the rocky roads , black the clouds that
Sometimes covered her like a shroud, when her stormy mind
Was shadowed.
The worry gene that plagued a Gaelic heart.
Fairy Forest
Deep in the fairy forest as the moon began to seep
I watched wisps, of morning summer laughter.
Soft sounds of innocence as buttercups kissed,
And butterflies shimmered around a toadstool.
Centre stage for a fairy dance.
My blue eyes glistened, as my fair hair itched.
Her footsteps silent summer, golden silk
The ringlets of her hair, fluttered in the air.
Her tunic was copper green flowing to a
Toad-stool stalk, as she danced to the forests flittering cry.
Spinning dandelions, sent pearl snow
Shimmering silver as the spirit of a breeze whispered kisses.
Beneath her feet the ladybirds and ants circled.
She turned on a reel in a whirl like a winded leaf.
Her eyes softest green sparkled raindrops
Crying for the forests love.
I watched, wanting to spin round and round
In a whirligig, giggling and spinning my eyeballs spun.
Hard callous hands parted green, as footsteps
Interrupted an eloquence so sweet.
Something else stirred, as I caught another pair of eyes.
A wandering wolf, white with yellow snarling teeth,
It growled, as a Fairy Queen tried to tame the beast.
Folding inside my self a frightened flower
I watched the battle for the fairy dance.
The wolf screamed and clawed, as the fairy
Clung to this dancing beast.
Her magic whispers spoon a silver rhyme
That silenced a morning wail.
She brought joy to the frightened forest.
The leaves laughed, and I took my legs
And the world in my pocket saying hello
To my seven summers, leaving echoes
Of forest that ripple. A glitter of gold
Still shimmer in my mind.
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As I dream of decadence.
Your nimble beauty,
You sailed through the room.
A fishnest stocking face, eyes
That crept.
I looked to my left and simply
caught your eye.
Wanting you to lead me astray
As I dreamt of decadence.
You wanted me to feel
Your hands , long nails
Along my back.
I listened to the sound
It tickled my skin
Two tails at once,
Slapping hard against my back, my rubber skin.
As I dream of decadence.
I start to tingle, as little rushes
Creep along my back. Up and down
round and round, listen to that sound.
I stretch my back finger tips, reach the sky
Think my head might pop, think I’m going to fly
As I dream of decadence.
Whistle a tune for Dollymont Strand
I use to smell those tarts,
through a gap in the door.
Crouch down low
I could only see the floor and Uncle Fint’s,
black boots as he shuffled.
I could never stay for long, if
nanny was making tea. I was usually chased out.
The smiling threat of a heavy broom, but laughter galore
when I ran, for the door and she said ‘will call you later’ .
I’d run and scamper to skip stones, along Dollymount shore.
Watching them bounce to disappear.
My belly less nauseous moving from hungry grumbles
to sweet skips of joy. Each new bounce was a record
I kept.
Though as soon as the sun went down I’d
rush back to the door, to hear
The jingle, jangle of Uncle Paddy’s keys .
Singing, his old Dublin songs, falling through
the door, and me behind him trying to catch
Change from his pockets.
That rattled as he rolled to the door.
A whiff of porter lingering on his breath.
Her chops smelt, though her apple sauce was tasty.
She always served Paddy first and
through a gap in the door, I watched
him dance round the floor. My granny
And him arm in arm, my eyes alight.
As I whistled a tune for Dollymount.
Green eyed monster, temper, such jealousy
I watched them scrape bark from the trees,
As you weeped and fell to your knees.
In your heart you built a forest that
Thickened . Melancholy, blue arteries wrapped in thorn.
Time walked as you tried to run through
The forest of blight.
Dark creatures took your dreams
Dragged you out of sight, where
there is no return.
Pushing and pulling, you drifted from
World to world. Falling through holes
Faster than Alice later than the rabbit
There’s no nice tea for you.
Till you’ve run the course.
Half a mile to Trannyshack
I was on my way to Trannyshack
Dressed to the nines for such a
Wonderful ball. Click Clack, went my
Feet, thumping and jumping -my pumping heart as
I made my way across the road.
Flick my hair as I pass a homophobe
And wonder if he knows.
That Roxy’s out tonight.
It’s only half a mile to go.
The train stations well in sight.
So I tap my heels together and wiggle my bum
And wonder ahead .
Good God what’s to come.
My war paint it seemed to hold
God wasn’t I very bold as I stepped onto the train.
Straight into the middle of a premier
Supporters club singing songs.
My impending doom?
But then I dropped my wrist flashing
My luminous nails and listened to the wails
Of United united .
My big heart skipped a beat but then I found my
Seat, half a mile to Trannyshack.
Fairy Forest
Deep in the fairy forest as the moon began to seep
I watched wisps, of morning summer laughter.
Soft sounds of innocence as buttercups kissed,
And butterflies shimmered around a toadstool.
Centre stage for a fairy dance.
My blue eyes glistened, as my fair hair itched.
Her footsteps silent summer, golden silk
The ringlets of her hair, fluttered in the air.
Her tunic was copper green flowing to a
Toad-stool stalk, as she danced to the forests flittering cry.
Spinning dandelions, sent pearl snow
Shimmering silver as the spirit of a breeze whispered kisses.
Beneath her feet the ladybirds and ants circled.
She turned on a reel in a whirl like a winded leaf.
Her eyes softest green sparkled raindrops
Crying for the forests love.
I watched, wanting to spin round and round
In a whirligig, giggling and spinning my eyeballs spun.
Hard callous hands parted green, as footsteps
Interrupted an eloquence so sweet.
Something else stirred, as I caught another pair of eyes.
A wandering wolf, white with yellow snarling teeth,
It growled, as a Fairy Queen tried to tame the beast.
Folding inside my self a frightened flower
I watched the battle for the fairy dance.
The wolf screamed and clawed, as the fairy
Clung to this dancing beast.
Her magic whispers spoon a silver rhyme
That silenced a morning wail.
She brought joy to the frightened forest.
The leaves laughed, and I took my legs
And the world in my pocket saying hello
To my seven summers, leaving echoes
Of forest that ripple. A glitter of gold
Still shimmer in my mind.
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