A River of Voices: Poems on Buses

I am thrilled to say that two of my poems were published as part of a project organised by Katherine Mary Crowley. The poems were printed and distributed on local link buses in West Co Waterford. Thanks to Katherine Mary Crowley for accepting the poems. The poems are based on a water theme. You can access the link to read the poems here and read poems by other writers who were part of the scheme. An inspiring lot. The page link will stay live until the 28th of January 2026.

https://kathrynmcrowley.com/open/

Glencar

The wooden gate hits against the post

due to these fierce autumn winds.

The path wanders left, then right.

A stream flows over a rough bed

of brown, yellow, and red stones.

A carpet of moss hangs from the cliff

like a rough tapestry. The waterfall

is a torrent, crashing into hard rocks,

cutting through and fracturing them.

I drive on mountain roads at a fast pace

to free my mind from the cascades

of arguments with myself, family and friends.

The stream falls down the cliff and is blown

back into the sky. Fog grows thicker,

obscuring the mountain from my view.

New Year Run

The wind is howling this evening

and telephone wires dance madly.

I come across holly bushes

broken, snapped, and looking hurt,

wonder if the branches

were sawn off

but there is no clean cut.

On the beach, the waves

are eager to fall over each other,

the wind picks up sand

and throws it in my mouth.

As I run, the sign at the campsite

swings fiercely, and my feet find

a rhythm to the screeching.

Turning the corner, the moon

calms the scene. Houses are dark.

Wisps of pink cloud hover high

above the Slieve Mish mountains.

Car lights flash in the distance

like fairy lights on a Christmas tree

under the order in the sky.