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New Year’s Eve in Dingle

Maria Ní Mhurchú

Night is the Angel of darkness
A bit like a crow
A bit more beautiful.

Stars hang onto her feathers for dear life
As she sweeps over the planet.
These look like babies
Except for their little black wings
And their stocks of fiery, white curls
Long and fabulous
A bit like a hippy
And almost as beautiful.

The babes play together
Shooting here and there
A fantastic display of fireworks
In the night sky.

I watch from the quay in Dingle
Applauding
As the… Continue

The Blue Moon

Maria Ní Mhurchú

The blue moon
Sings a lullaby
To the sparkling stars.

As I sit here
On the dewy grass
I’m reminded
Of my disco days
Stars dancing
Too and fro
Kissing
Laughing
Screaming
With delight!

As I gaze into
The Heavens
I realise that I am staring
At the Milky way.

I’m reminded of my Maker
And my Grandad’s mantra:
“He knows every hair on your head”

Granddad was bald!

I still do my best
Try to be faithful
But it’s tough
And I do trip over my impossibly
Big feet every n… Continue