Hearthside Memories...

Fondly recalling many olden times,

Huddled together by the hearthside.

Its warmth and closeness like a shawl,

Drawing us ever nearer to that fiery focus.

Dim light from an oil lamp made it magical,

As flames swooped and extended from within.

The smell of freshly cut turf from the bog,

Seeped into clothing and drifted into being.

Contentedly observing the heart-hole of flame,

It simmered a creeping redness upon itself.

There it was easy to drift away to all other places,

Old Irish homesteads thrived in this kind of welcome.

©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 15/10/2015

Poets United Midweek Motif: Fire…

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Ulster's Way....

Healing waters lap its shoreline,

The Coast Road hugs the landside.

County Antrim peering seawards,

Glimpsing its Scottish neighbours.

Memories are easily formed there,

Most return with older days in mind.

Sunday afternoons with the old folk,

Those same picnic stops at Ballygally.

An aura of goodness seeps inwards,

It stays forever within every heart.

Many artists have captured the vista,

Painted, or in long lingering verses.

This place urges peace in its midst,

Ulster’s ways thrive in its shadow.

©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 17/09/2015

Poets United Mid-Week Motif: ‘Let Your Song be Delicate or Not.’..

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Prosing Poetically....

As light as a ticklish feather

Or heavy as a hammer blow

Words may arrive dishevelled

Angst ridden and boisterous

Ready for instant retribution

Notes of lively linguistics simmer

Spitting back in silent defiance

One’s soul emerges onto paper

Fragments bear internal scars

Nervous revelations reach out

Eyes connect worlds of words

A bare line finds a chink of light

Night time confines the darkness

Between the mountain or sea

One is never far from impact

Inspiration dwells in boredom

Or in the sliver of a rainbow

Nature draws its own opinion

Poets translate the intention

Prose rests upon opportunity

No formality or trussed odes

Odd-like concoctions travail

When prosing in poetic style

©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 27/08/2015

Poets United Mid-Week Motif: The Joy of Poetry…

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Holiday List....

Teapot et

Hairdryer.

Humour et

Optimism.

Sunglasses et

Sun cream.

Dictionnaire

français.

Samuel

Beckett.

©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 03/08/2015

Acceptance....

Falling between heaven and earth,

One waits in that limbo of indecision.

Keeping faith and trust only in words,

Old tales and scaremongering prevail.

Turning away from temptation’s invites,

May disappoint, but saves grace in future.

Always trusting goodwill and probability,

Eyes wide open to nonsense or foxiness.

Making allowances for another’s cruelty,

Exacerbates the harm already meted out.

Death may remove the option for justice,

It’s difficult to erase painful words of hate.

Distance stretches the warmth of knowing,

Out of touch dilutes the constancy of love.

Faithful companionship anchors its heart,

Separation simply facilitates a greater bond.

One must be discerning in decision-making,

Affirming agreement must be uncompelled.

Acceptance does not intend to be consent,

It is simply acknowledgement of a situation.

©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 30/07/2015

Poets United Mid-Week Motif: ‘Acceptance.’..

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