by Mike Gallagher
For Patrick
The call of River’s raucous gull,
the thrum o Atlantic’s ebb and flow,
the dash of wave on Purteen’s rocks,
the flick of breeze off Minaun’s shore,
the howl of storm from dark Slievemore,
underfoot chrish of Fiddawn heather;
in Gleann, Closhreed or on Ardmore,
in all of these – in Achill’s ongoing
symphony of sound - in all of these
I will hear your lilt, your laughter echoed;
home the exile.
Mgal 18 Jul 12
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Mike Gallagher, writer, poet and editor, was born on Achill Island and worked in London for forty years before retiring to Kerry. His prose, poetry, haiku and songs have been published in Ireland and throughout Europe, America, Australia, Nepal, India, Thailand, Japan and Canada. His writing has been translated into Croatian, Japanese, Dutch, German and Chinese., He won the 2009 Samhlaiocht Slam, the 2010 Michael Hartnett Viva Voce competition, he was shortlisted for the Hennessy Award in 2011 and won the Desmond O'Grady International Poetry Contest in 2012., His poetry collection Stick on Stone was published by Revival Press in 2013.
Last updated February 19, 2016