Friday, May 3

A Poem for Thursday....The Irish Giants




 The Irish Giants

There Shaw, there Synge,

There Yeats, there Wilde.

These were the writings

I read as a child.


These are the writings

Of the sons of Kathleen.

She bore them she raised them

She gave them their names.


And Joyce who was Jim

With the family in hock,

Socializing in Bewleys’

While the Dubliners mocked.


Socializing in Bewleys’

Over coffee and cake.

There Shaw, there Wilde,

There Synge, there Yeats.

Today it's the time for dVerse meeting the bar..."tell us about your voice"....mine is a Northern Irish voice steeped in poetry from an early age ...with the beat and the rhyme of the Irish voice ...I hope that you can spot it!!

Sunday, April 28

Weekend at the Bay...that's Morecambe!


What a contrast a day makes ...could be a good song in that...change the words a bit...make it more poetic...

...well Saturday was bright and ...yes...windy...but sunny... and what an evening sky...





This pic is from Dave Brown of Wainwright Wanderings...a fantastic photography site . 
...well worth a viewing..
...I was in the house in front of a cozy fire and snuggled up in a blanket...well I said it was windy and the wind was cold.

The potter packed the car this morning ready to set off for Prom Art....
...we got to the front and looked at the Bay...
...and turned round and went straight back to the house! Unpacked the car again...sat and thought about things...and then went out to Red Bank for a coffee and toasted tea cake each....you have to be positive in this weather!!

So on the way back from the cafe...I made the potter stop a few times to take these.

Call them "elemental!...I like elemental actually...just glad of a home to go to and dry out afterward!


Lots of eager fishermen out at the Bare end of the Prom...no pun intended!!






...not bare at all in fact...very well covered up against the howling wind!






...this "craw"...viewed the outlook ...





and a lone fisherman got down in amongst the rocks....




...I'm facing into the wind and rain here and one walker braves it on the west prom......
....quite jolly actually ...he gave me a friendly wave...

...then along comes a mad cyclist head into the storm and pedalling like crazy ...
...going nowhere!





...it was like this...




...but you know it can be like this too...
...if it wants to!