The Anima Mundi in New Year FrostThe first deep frost of the yearwe walk to the second gate three kilometres at mostmy boots don’t always hold meso unstable for a split second on the ice but the light is perfectwith multiple shades of blueand white caught by the lakeand the distant mountain topssnowless clear as…
August RainWe let the grass grow long hereit takes the rain infinitely gentleeach blade leads a drop to earthand springs back catching my eyeshere there everywherein an energy of dancethen the beat of rain like a drumthe sound hollow bird-song-silentSensation gives way to feelingthe river is an octave lowervision joins in the grasses dancereturns a…
“Therefore the moon, the governess of floods, Pale in her anger, washes all the air, That rheumatic diseases do abound. And thorough this distemperature we see The seasons alter…the spring, the summer, The childing autumn, angry winter, change Their wonted liveries; and the mazed world, By their increase, now knows not which is which. And…
Mary O’Malley’s poem is in an anthology of poems “A Different Eden: Ecopoetry from Ireland and Galicia”, in a section of the book called: “When we were not the centre of the universe”. I liked the poem, especially as it was read to me by Lorna Shaughnessy (see her latest collection of poems: “Lark Water”,…
The Hug of Gaia 