Sherkin Island is all a flutter

It’s raining Haiku Sherkin’s lanes awash with words Little drops of joy by Patsy Atkinson, Light Between Seasons – A year of Haiku poetry from Sherkin Island Sherkin Island is all a flutter…with… Continue reading →

Together Apart – Haiku from a locked down Sherkin Island

A city dweller Honeysuckled by nature Sherkin’s lanes await Haiku by Patsy Atkinson I was on the national airwaves this morning, chatting to Damien O’ Reilly on RTE’s Countrywide programme about a beautiful… Continue reading →

Bright Water

He has married me with a ring, a ring of bright water Whose ripples travel from the heart of the sea, He has married me with a ring of light, the glitter Broadcast… Continue reading →

Weeping

Weeping She will be gone in a heartbeat. Silk has turned to crêpe, and all the day long her weary head is bowed, as dry-eyed tears fill her lonely wait. Her only company… Continue reading →

Cloths of heaven

Aedh wishes for the Cloths of Heaven  by W. B. Yeats Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of… Continue reading →

Blackberry picking

This post is a tribute to the late Seamus Heaney, the Irish poet, playwright, translator, lecturer and recipient of the 1995 Nobel Prize in Literature, who died this morning after a short illness.… Continue reading →

By the shore

Trá Bán, Sherkin Island, Cork. © wildsherkin I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made; Nine bean rows will I… Continue reading →

A wild horse sleeps

A wild horse sleeps in a green and silent lane, dreaming of wind swept sands and white-capped waves and the thunder, ripped asunder rhythm of hooves drumming on the shore. Medusa’s glance has… Continue reading →

The wind from the west

If winter comes, can spring be far behind? A lone onion seed-head still stands in the little island bed, despite Sherkin’s prevailing westerly winds. As our garden lies to the west of the island, with the open Atlantic… Continue reading →

Hello beautiful

Below you will find ‘The Lost Heifer’ by Austin Clarke.  This lovely poem came to mind as I was taking this picture, although this is no lost heifer – just a beautiful blond bullock having a great… Continue reading →