Category Archives: Poetry

  • Lines from Little Gidding by TS Eliot [4 Quartets]

    We shall not cease from exploration And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first time. For me these words are so incredibly resonant with meaning, how often I visit and revisit certain places, here in Ireland mostly, places that are significant with […]

  • Island People: a poem for our times

    Island People January 2007 High upon the side of the globe We cling tenaciously The North Atlantic has sent its fingers To probe our innards Leaving great serrations But failing to dislodge us Over time we have hunted and gathered Gathered and hunted Building stone walls on other occasions Before we hid them in our […]

  • Poetry

    One of my favourite poems is, ” The Four Quartets” by TS Eliot “In my beginning is my end, in succession houses rise and fall, crumble, are extended are removed, destroyed restored, or in their place is an open field or a factory or a bypass. Old stone to new Building,…..” East  Coker. One of […]