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Location: Kilcullen (Phone 087 7790766), County Kildare, Ireland

Monday, September 18, 2006

an autumn storm at kilcullen

the evening concerto has begun
sweeping through twilight from the fields
a masterwork of music at random
rain drums on windowsill and eaves
its offnote lyric rhapsody in grey
as squalls gust lustily in sprays
a bullock bells forlorn out of sight
light sound shadow harmonise
at once a dreary monotone of night
at once a heady gloriole of praise
that says it all about this place
it's torn me in my love and hate for it
village prison earthly paradise
small town insensate to my spirit
oh universe in me and i in it

7 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

ciaooooo

10:50 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

How odd.

Anyway, another wonderful poem James, I know exactly what you mean by the 'village prison earthly paradise'. And I loved the description of the storm, I really miss good storms.

11:16 PM  
Blogger heelers said...

Dear Schnee, meet Bianca from Naples(aka today's anonymous.)
She is your counterpart in journalism although not as good a writer as you are.
James

12:38 AM  
Blogger Brian Byrne said...

Good 'un, James.

b

12:54 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

One of the best poems you've posted in my humble opinion.

2:56 AM  
Blogger Chamki said...

Love the words. Great poems James.

7:03 PM  
Blogger heelers said...

Bianca, a deep mysterious ciao, imbued with unknowable subtleties, to you too.
Schnee, as far as I'm concerned you're right as rain!
Mariseo, welcome hence. An honour as always!
Gen, you're opinion need never be humble as far as I'm concerned!
Chamki, sundar Chamki, dhanyavad.
James

9:53 PM  

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