Here are some shoebox thongs, including this old poem from the weekly poem slot, which will become a proper weekly poem spot,here is the old 'Moon Mother' and also the 'Like any Child' story. Enjoy the words!.
Moon mother
A grey lemon in the sky
sour crescent cut by the scythe
of sun-light's wielded lance
Held aloft,
Moon mother counts her children on the tide
drawing them to her,gently
and driving them out adrift
in the storm tossed tea-cup sky
as she leaves the craters unveil in the blemish
of her sky-moth riddled
or mouse-tooth-eaten cheese complexion.
Who now can hang their hat on her low crescent point?
only the child in a cow-jumping rendition
with a jig-fiddling cat
and her hey-diddle-diddle
Moon mother
smile at us again in your orbit
as we wax and wane in your soft balm swoon light.
(c) Ger Wolfe 2009
LIKE ANY CHILD
Like any child he sang the morning open.A burst of sun over the ash tree,
his mother humming deep in his early day head.Always the rippling clouds and the sea breeze sang with him.Counting the pillars along the lea-fields, dew-licked, the grass clung to his boots.
Among the calves he weaves, hoping for púcáns, upspringing while he dreamt.Far away planes drone, or is it Kelleher's thrasher; drumming up the strength to work?Leisurely he steps on the stone-locked wall, measuring again the road spanning the brown September townland
He bears through the hedges and the school-bound pounding steps and stoops to see a ladybird. How many today?Missing school he retreats to the radio, hearing always the villages- "Droumree-one goal and three points...."His father drags a milk-churn through the yard, clattering the handle as it goes.
Again he plays soldiers under the wilted potatoe stalks and dream of girls and dances in the town
Again he moves the radio dial from Luxembourg to Budapest, counting the moths crash-landing in the hall.
Again he sees the layer of mountains fading into the dark, but scarlet kindles, now he is; the churn- dragging father, he is the child of summer, he is the singing boy who welcomes Time with gladness.