Friday, August 22, 2008

The Quest

The Quest

A wheel of fortune's
Circle trace
The reason why
Made subject to
This place,
The ages spent
Along the way.

The empires
Crumbling into dust
Their form to
Disarray.

The congregations
Winding down
Past columns wound
Soul purpose
To their quest.
While shadows
Danced
To covens round
And rule of thumb
Their guest
Made light of it,
And played till
You know everything.
Photograph: Bridge/The Ramparts
Navan. Spring 2008.

Friday, August 8, 2008

Discovery


A few poems about discovery
and such things?


Discovery

Damn these maps
their safe harbours.
This watch for yesterday.
Quartered and halved
as the wind dictates.
All talk these
arguements they plot.
Like hungry ghosts
that pitch and roll
their contradictions,
till they fall off
the earth.

They will lose
themselves.
Here be Dragons!
Photograph: The sea at Spanish Point.
Co. Clare. 1996.