Ireland

Green as Harp tones in the spring

Liquid and soft like water spilling over the rim

Grey cloud castles dissolve in mild vapour

Or shatter drops on the fields

Languor settles as pebbles rush and heave.

Sea and earth meet

As rainbows splitter the iridescence

Tasting salt and sweet but

Enveloping the hills in golden mist.

Fables and fairies thrive

From tiny cobbler to howling banshee.

 

Stone crosses grow on mossy banks

Overlooking abandoned farms

Picturesque, dilapidated

But rich in history and hardships endured

True to destiny, defiant in despair

Never submitting to fate or distress

 

Glorious past and uncertain future

Affect the hearts and strengthen the minds.

Sound the Bodhrán and let the fiddle sing

Fleet feet will dance in the streets

 

From ‘Ireland’

 

©HMH, 2013

Dwarf Cockerel

Plumes of iridescent hues compete with

Shrill cock-a-doodle-doos

Minuscule spurs and tons of attitude

Green tail-feathers raise and fall in perfect arcs

Cockscomb gate-crashing hen nights

With perfect assurance:

Only a male bird can pull off such theatricals

 

From ‘Animal Kingdom’

 

©HMH, 2013

Enigma

Incomprehensible as an open book

Written in Swahili or ancient Greek

If you happen to read no such languages.

Not all the tea in China nor lexicons or How To

Paperbacks can conquer or explain:

It puzzles and titillates novice as old hand

But no one can claim freedom or disinterest.

Awe-inspiring or pathetic

We all have brushes with the wondrous

The truly impenetrable but

Insistent, exacting, severe challenge

That takes without asking

Denies without reason but

Succumbs easily and gracefully

When least expected.

Master and supplicant

Idol or divine creature;

Flesh without substance

Form or essence:

Who can lay hand on

Or even begin

To comprehend the

Nature of love?

 

From ‘Aspects of Attraction’

 

©HMH, 2014