Hi! Fáilte! Welcome!
It is completely still. Not a rustle. No breeze whatsoever. Smoke plumes up and billows lazily out from a fire miles down the coast. Just hangs there. Crows’ calling clearly heard ‘way across the fields. The streams are silent now. Only birds make any sound. The sky is turquoise. The sun is pale, pale, hardly any warmth. Frost hides in nests and hollows and behind hedges, forming ghostly, negative shadows. Ice forms kaleidoscopic patterns in wheel ruts and where last week a spring oozed over a rocky outcrop. The ground makes small crunching noises under my feet, the ice cracking a half-metre from where I tread. A horse in a green, canvas overcoat blows steam, standing exactly where he was yesterday when I passed, creaking and cracking and crunching. Blackbirds scoot out low from the verges along this track, skimming the frozen ground. A snipe stands, too cold to flee, in the centre grass before me. I stop. Wait. Breath wispy in the brittle air.
Have a look at this video for my recent album, Turas ...
As with my former (now non-existant!) site, this version (the Mk2!)
you'll find examples of my
Music
Jukebox...actually, that's not here yet: any day now!
More videos here, too!
Poetry
Art Gallery
Haiku of the Week
Journal and notebook work
Blog
Song Lyrics ...tá siad ag teacht! (they're coming!)
as well as some scratchings on whatever
mental butterfly flutters by catching my attention
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BAIN TAITNEAMH AS! ENJOY!
