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Victorian Pub –

Stories stored in its timber ~

Nice curve on that bar.

Looking for meaning –
Centenary awaited ~
Just another day.


Amongst monuments –
Mature commemoration ~
Deceptively new.




Sun God reaching down –
Ireland renewed once again ~
Giza’s empty plain.


Image courtesy of Dave Walsh.

Such a big country –
Still finding itself, daily ~
With many canyons.

Knap flints on the beach –
Show kids how to make an edge ~
Perhaps not that wise.


With centenaries –
Things pass into history ~
Rivers reach The Sea.

How to remember?
When half your brain’s on the hill –
Forever British…

Overhead, props buzz –
The destination – unknown ~
Grandfather’s stories.

Here is the sound
of the door opening, and the oldest family home
becoming part of your life.

Here is the sound
of opera, played loudly
in the basement in Harold’s Cross.

Here is the sound
of a cane clattering down the stairs
pre-arranged announcement that he was ready
to have his hair cut in the best barber in Dublin, Westmoreland Street.

Here is the sound of the fire engine
When they thought he had died over his tempura, South Great George’s Street
and the sound of relief, when he woke again
‘No Mr. Sheeran, there is no need to pay the bill today, we are just happy that you are ok.’

Here is the sound
Of a man telling you about your great great uncles
who survived Somme, Dardanelles, Independence, but not the sea.

Here is the sound of Glasgow 1938
and your grandfather, on a skite
with his brother-in-law.

Here is the sound of the camera,
Clicking to record a moment
a moment in a long life.

Here is the voice
recorded on a tape, just thoughts
of a man alone.

Here is the sound of breath
and a heartbeat, that has persisted.
Here is the sound of silence.

He is at the door:
Resplendent and welcoming ~
Here is The Sound of Life.

For John Gerard Sheeran, 1912-2011. R.I.P.

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