Hi! Fáilte! Welcome!
Spring is almost here, but it's still unusually cold...at least it's not raining!
Like a squeaky castor, a wren tries out its Winter-rusted voice from various invisible
vantage points among bare-twigged rough-acre: the first I’ve heard this year.
A chough’s “chee-aww” takes me by surprise - haven’t heard them up here - our visits haven’t overlapped before. A pair, polish-black, pass over and under each other,
sliding through icy layers, silk on silk.
High and invisible in the sitkas, barely audible but unmistakable, goldcrests’ tinkle -
distant wind-chimes.
I stand, savouring the tiny sounds in the silence, ‘til a pigeon cracks - loses his nerve and clatters suddenly, noisily - paper-cracking sharp reports, clumsily through dark branches,
showering little scented snowfalls.
A brazen gorse, bright green and gold an affront to the faded drab of this post-Winter landscape. Like a tricolour in East Belfast, a Kerry fan on Hill 16.
Chill floods the vacuum as sunlight sinks behind the rounded, darkened hill.
A bat flies his pixilated flight at the edge of a dank, mossy copse. Cries I can sense but not hear.
And all the cries, the pleas, the prayers I sense but cannot hear, condense, despairingly, in white cloud-like puffs in the chill, silent evening.
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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!
