Short Stories

John McCullagh February 16, 2004

Give us our daily breadFather in mercy hear our prayerAll hope in human aid is fledWe sink in deep despair. Our little ones scream out with painAnd clamour to be fedFather, they cry to us in vainGive us our daily bread. O’er the gaunt infant at the breastThe mother bows her headThe fount is dry, […]

John McCullagh February 2, 2004

Dome of Slieve Gullion And of your broodMy soul is apartIn your rock-heather heartSlave to your mood. Mystical beautyBreathes on your browSun-setting beamsLull me to dreamsFar from my plough. Wild inspirationFlees unexpressedThrough tinted sun-trapAncient mist wool-capStirring my breast. Mountain of mysteryOf Fionn the braveOf Saint-scholared GaelOf legend and tale I am your slave. Michael J […]

John McCullagh January 30, 2004

On a Monday morning early my wandering steps they’d lead meDown by a farmer’s station through meadows and green lawnI heard great lamentation the small birds they were warblingWe’ll have no more engagements with the boys of Mullaghbawn I beg your pardon, ladies, but grant me this one favourI hope it is no treason on […]

John McCullagh January 22, 2004

 I think the exiles among you will forgive me my self-indulgence just one more poem. I remember, I remember The house where I was born The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn; He never came a wink too soon Nor brought too long a day But now, i often wish the […]

John McCullagh January 22, 2004

Local poet Art Bennett lived from 1793 until 1879.  This is not one of his better efforts, but still I think it has some appeal.  It’s a tribute, I suppose, to his dinner just before he eats it! There you lie, You poor little fry, Your eyes wide open Yet you cannot cry Your back […]