Showing posts with label drumlins. Show all posts
Showing posts with label drumlins. Show all posts

Monday, December 11

A Poem for Thursday...Driving to Donegal




Driving to Donegal


River Bann in flood  cattle on the bank
cloud and blue patches in an Ulster sky
red barn roofs curved and corrugated
Enniskillen          Omagh              Derry
on the green road sign.   Driving west.
Telegraph wires strung out on drumlins
measuring the miles and the messages
ancient gaelic town lands   anglish form
politics noted in the colour of a flag
politics  black    green     blue     red
and white  with a bloody hand
woven together like fine Sunday linen.
Fecundity found in every hedge and tree
mother Ireland at her most fertile her
green hills swelling as ample breasts
each rowan     ash     willow and oak
hazelnuts beechnuts and acorns with
meadowsweet  knapweed  fireweed and
net fences twined about with red rosebuds
over   under   around the edges of gardens.



Geraldine Snape


Sunday, March 19

A Poem for Thursday....Armagh Tellings


It was such a great pleasure to be part of International Women's Day this year as I spent it in Northern Ireland...and joined some other writers at Bangor Library to read our writings.

The day was organised by Jane Talbot @http://janetalbotwriter.com  and the readings at Bangor were lead by Liz Weir.....@.http://www.lizweir.org

Then being encouraged by several friends to "get my work out there"...I offered a couple of poems for Josephine Corcoran's blogpost...."And other Poems"

What joy to get a lovely message from her that she had chosen this one about the old family farm in Armagh. 
Thankyou to all who allowed me to share some words.


‘Armagh Tellings’ by Geraldine Snape


Armagh Tellings
I remember hearing about
Newtownhamilton and granny.
I was told about how the
hens scuttled around where
Summer’s swifts filled the farmyard.
Told about the road to market taken
By the broad carthorse that
turned the wheel that
churned the butter..
That was the pride of Armagh….and
Dad wearing a top hat and
Him perched proudly on the cart.
And I remember
Drumlins everywhere you looked.
And the roads flying by..Killyfaddy,
Tassagh, and Dundrum.
And there’s the wee post office…neat and sparse
With Will Moore and his little mum.
And
William James from..the Braeside..
That’s running along the border..
By Annvale road…and the lake.
And the famous Darkley Mill.
And I remember the stories of the
Farm and how they said that
Sarah Makem who worked at the mill
Sometimes sang in the yard
And there’s the C of I at
Armaghbreague
Where I once met a Mr. Lowry
whose mum knew dad apparently …..
There on Annvale road and
found that dad had been there before!!..
Albert Nesbit…Megagherty…..Watsons.
There’s two piers guarding a lane to a farm
To 26 Corkley….and there’s a possibility
That it was Joe’s farm.
Out comes the present owner
As rough as a badger…
He owns a tractor from ’61
Bought it when he moved there…Said it worked still.
Said he never needed a wake up call.
Said he rose in the morning with the first horn…
From..Darkley Mill.

This poem was read aloud in Bangor Library for International Women’s Day on March 8th 2017.




Geraldine Snape was born in Belfast and now lives in Warrington. She has been in Belfast recently as part of the Women Aloud NI readings in libraries, book shops and town centres. She is a member of Geraldine Green’s group that meets in Kirby Lonsdale every month and is a member of Bold Street Writers group in Warrington. Instagram geraldinesnape