Bayonet scrape marks –
Traces of young bored sentries ~
Local Girls distract.
Their Queen, many years later –
Speaking Irish, amongst friends.






Bayonet scrape marks –
Traces of young bored sentries ~
Local Girls distract.
Their Queen, many years later –
Speaking Irish, amongst friends.
Commuting by car –
Rediscover old CDs ~
Missed singing out loud.
Baby sparrows cheep –
Wood Pigeon’s unfinished song ~
Making lunch outside.
Like Rivers to Sea –
We find our way in the end ~
Often with some help.
Winter game menu –
Venison, mallard, pheasant ~
All of which tastes young.
It is grey but warm –
November stroll on the strand ~
Cousin’s company.
(For Ryan)
November morning –
Winter Sun lights up Dublin ~
Blinds me as I drive.
Taxi into town –
Nice driver but expensive! ~
Worth it to catch up.
Rare quiet moment –
Time to mentally catch breath ~
A tactical pint.
My alma mater-
My normal short cut, closed off ~
Bloody pandemic.