It’s entitled, “Tears for Winter Island”.
Tears drench sombre faces
as trees bear summer fruits;
mothers scrimp and save to pay
for dead men’s suits.
Solitude takes hold whilst empty
chairs fill lonely spaces.
Newry News and Irish Fun
It’s entitled, “Tears for Winter Island”.
Tears drench sombre faces
as trees bear summer fruits;
mothers scrimp and save to pay
for dead men’s suits.
Solitude takes hold whilst empty
chairs fill lonely spaces.
Those of my generation experienced enormous pride when
Twice round a roundabout -any roundabout – and my wife’s lost! Honestly, the number of times she’s been confounded by the various entrances and exits of local supermarkets! So I thought the ideal Christmas present for her was a car-based satellite navigation system.
Dear Agnes,
My problem is in rather doubtful taste but if deemed unsuitable for publication, I’d hope you’d answer privately to my attached email address.
Sean Murtagh of
Eric Bittles is just a few months deceased, as is his mother who latterly went to a Home: so also is Sean Hillen who lived here for a very long time. He spent his latter years living with a daughter in another part of the district.
This night week, at 8 00 pm in the Carroll Gallery of the Hollywood Arts Centre, our regular contributor Sean Maguire will launch his latest book of poetry.
He has graciously allowed us to print a few selections here on Newry Journal.
This first is called Mind Games.
People have varied and many reasons to recall visits to the seaside.
When your editor was very young – some fifty years ago – we’d occasionally get a visit – even an extended visit, to our Uncle Frank’s in Kilkeel.
There are few enough historic buildings of significance remaining in our area.