Tuesday, February 23, 2021
Ode to a Nightingale, John Keats
Sunday, February 21, 2021
An Mhaighdean Mhara
I wrote this poem in response to the song An Mhaighdean Mhara which I heard on the radio last night. I thought it was gorgeous. The song tells the story of children saying farewell to their mother who returns to her life as a mermaid. I know people are finding life hard at the moment in varying degrees, but do stay strong. Even something like listening to music can take one out of themselves and brighten the hours. Take care readers.
An
Mhaighdean Mhara
(The
Sea Maiden)
Drawn
back, once again, to the shore,
in
the distance they see her gently wave,
in
joy and happiness to greet them,
her
land children.
In
the grey-blue dawn,
in
the tide’s roar, they call Mother! Mother!
Two
plaintive gulls, hopeful
as
the foamy water breaking,
rushing
in, making sand slate.
She
cannot stay, sheds earthbound Mary Kinney
with
one more loving glance and a flipping tail.
Further
out to sea a bob of seals gather.
Orla
Fay
Wednesday, February 17, 2021
Cathalbui Poetry Competition 2021
This poem of mine was recently published in the Cathalbui Poetry Competition Entries Anthology 2020. It was written a couple of years ago.
The 2021 competition details are below:
Cathalbui
Hedge School – Belcoo, Co Fermanagh
PRIZES: 1st £100: 2nd £60: 3rd
£40. Plus a trophy in each category.
Winners announced at Cathalbui Hedge School, Healthy Living Centre, Belcoo:
11.00 am on 12 July 2021 (May be on zoom again this year but will inform)
Entry
is free – Closing date: 17
April 2021
Send to: belcoopoet@gmail.com
RULES
1. Include a name and address.
2. Place your unpublished poem in the body
of the email (times new roman script font size 11) – not an attachment.
3. The judges’ decision is final
4. Say
if you don’t want your entry
published in the annual anthology.
Timetable
for 12 July Hedge school:
11.00am: Competition poems, judges’ comments and
readings. Poetry readings.
2.00
pm: Joyce symposium: Finnegans Wake.
Tuesday, February 9, 2021
The Gloaming
The
Gloaming
after
a pen & ink drawing by Greg Hastings
All
roads are middle ground, a cutting
through
space and time. All journeys are paths.
We
venture through sleep on liminal highways,
night
what comes after this setting sun,
this
brightly wrought prospect of dreaming,
this
melting of torc by dusk.
Starlike
celandines and buttercups implode,
and
autumn gorse dresses a lane to sea,
that
place where Plath went blackberrying,
that
just-over-the-horizon entity, magnet of death,
centre
of chaos, conversely of order, and peace –
in
the eye of the storm, the centre of life.
But
this light is not fenced in, pours, spills
out
over barriers, not unlike water, or words,
races
ahead in thought, makes colour silken,
embellishes
blue with green. We know these lines,
this
form, walk through prisms of existence,
find
ourselves stopping – an outsider looking in.
Orla
Fay
The Gloaming is written after a pen and ink drawing by West of Ireland artist Greg Hastings. His Instagram page can be viewed here.
Monday, February 1, 2021
Drawn to the Light Press Issue 2
My online journal Drawn to the Light Press has just published its second issue which can be read here. This edition features poems by Glen Wilson, K.S. Moore, Maeve McKenna, Susan Connolly, Linda M. Crate, Patrick Chapman, Marie Studer, Paul McDonald, John D. Kelly and many more.
The submission period for issue 3 will open in April.