Poem of the Month, Poetry, Writing

Poem of The Month – Cave Hill, by Alice Milligan

We lived on a road at the base of the massive outcrop in the picture above which is, of course, Cave Hill. Straddling the skyline of North Belfast, it was immortalised by Jonathan Swift as a Sleeping Giant. The best panoramic views of the city and Belfast lough are from the peak by McArt's Fort, or… Continue reading Poem of The Month – Cave Hill, by Alice Milligan

My writing, Reading and Books, Writing

May/June Update -Breaks and Pauses

...And the blackbird's tune, And May, and June!                               - De Gustibus, Robert Browning I've added a lot of tags to this post; my four weeks away from writing and blogging generated quite a few thoughts and ideas, as well as… Continue reading May/June Update -Breaks and Pauses

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NaPoWriMo Day 13 – The Customers

The Customers Finally, summer's here, and we're enjoying a wee drink in this bar. A mix of us, from both sides of the fence. Unusual for these troubled times but it works for us. The balmy moon glows in our glasses, when the yellow headed men invade the bar and call out for us to separate by faith.… Continue reading NaPoWriMo Day 13 – The Customers

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NaPoWriMo Day 11 – Thomas

Thomas I was dumped at this church, unable to get home; back down the hill into town. This city, this town is deathly sick; my head stoved in with a brick and barrels from the bar. I watch a car toil up Forthriver's rise, from this hill among the skies. No hallowed stones or weathered… Continue reading NaPoWriMo Day 11 – Thomas

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NaPoWriMo Day 7 – Roy

Roy Bells ringing on the radio, Merry Christmas Everybody, Silent Night; my ma wants a record of carols; I'll pick one up tonight. I had a wee dance in the kitchen, and she laughed as I shuffled along; the fits have left me limping, and my arm hangs down all wrong. But after all, I'm lucky,… Continue reading NaPoWriMo Day 7 – Roy

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NaPoWriMo Day 6 – Brandy

Brandy Black and tan, contentious colours, your panting flanks and eager eye. A questing snout quivers to defend; loyalty is your nature, not a means to an end. Drunk, I named you for a drink, But Fido, that tired  joke, is your ideal: faithful, trustworthy, except, perhaps, around a meal. Your greed was your doom,… Continue reading NaPoWriMo Day 6 – Brandy

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NaPoWriMo Day 3 -Brian

Brian "Watch our Brian," our ma shouted from the kitchen, elbow deep in peelings. "No bother" I called, plumping down my bag and coat. But when I made a mug of tea, he'd slipped away for a wee dander on the street. I let him have his play, Not wanting to bother our ma. "Your… Continue reading NaPoWriMo Day 3 -Brian

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NaPoWriMo Day 2 -Rosemary

Rosemary It's the thirteenth today; touch wood. So long I've waited, and it has to be this day? Still, I'm doing what I longed for this last three years. But here's me, crouched in a toilet, fiddling with wires, and I'm to be a teacher! But the cause is right, and casualties regrettable. Touch wood.… Continue reading NaPoWriMo Day 2 -Rosemary

Helen's Bay, County Down, Northern Ireland
Poem of the Month, Poetry

Poem of the Month -Neither an Elegy Nor a Manifesto, by John Hewitt

I've just discovered the poetry of Belfast-born writer John Hewitt, which is a shocking oversight for someone writing a novel based in Belfast during the Troubles.  But then his name is somewhat overshadowed by those other dazzling Northern Irish luminaries:  Seamus Heaney, Louis MacNeice, CS Lewis and Frank Ormsby. I read the poem below and… Continue reading Poem of the Month -Neither an Elegy Nor a Manifesto, by John Hewitt

And The Buntings Flew, My writing, Reading and Books, Writing

Begin at The Beginning -Does My Novel Need a Prologue?

I've been thinking about beginnings a lot, since, well, the beginning of this new year.  I'm currently reviewing my manuscript for And The Buntings Flew, having put it away for a few months; that distance allowed me to clean up what I've written to date, and forge on with the story. I've now got 35,000… Continue reading Begin at The Beginning -Does My Novel Need a Prologue?