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                                                 Listen to Finbar perform his tribute to murdered Irish journalist Veronica Guerin

​Summer Song

Dancing with the ocean
on the slope
of the seashore
under the firm hand
of the rising tide

feet spinning and sculpting
like a crazy child

until a sudden surge
of froth and foam
wipes it all clean
screaming
...I love you
....here's a new stage
.....let's dance again!


(copyright finbar wright July 2019)

Four Seasons of the Tree

Picture
The hungry tree 

of Spring

pushing

a shiny bud

tempting

a warm kiss

stretching

to be closer

The charming tree

of Summer

nestles

with the flirting bee

whispers

to the lady bird

shimmies

with the wind

The potent tree 

of Autumn

draping

a splendid hue

popping

to the fickle womb

wishing

a strong child

The honest tree 

of Winter

strutted naked model

brazen

wooden hanger

ragging

mother for new

couture

THE MUSE

Picture
1.A muse sat down inside my head

and made himself at home:

he gathered up some choice grey cells

And cooked himself a poem!

2.This entrée was so tasty,

   such spicy rhyme and zing,

   that once the muse reached 
   full and stop;
  
   -he started off again!

3.The first it was a stirring tale

   of I can, you can, do!

   The heroes danced with   
   flashing swords,

  -piercing evil through

4.The second was a lullaby

   of feathers soft and deep;

   amidst a verse where  
   cherubs sang

   -the muse fell fast asleep!

Picture
Aleppo Ad Mortem 2016

The cat lay in the arms of the Syrian sun
maternal flame of this unfriendly sky

withered prayers
mute this market day
when scraps should fall
and carefree laughter
should flirt and sparkle
like coloured notes of spice

faded colours
scorn the call
to hot tea,
warm bread,
and gossip,

the whisperings
of ragged bodies
bloat the midday heat
hearthstones
their rubble graves

deep in the olive grove
red devils
bathe elbows
in warm blood,
and smile as it dries cold

undisturbed
they admire
their reflections
in a smeared shard of glass,
brutal as basher dogs
licking
eviscerated innards of a child,

while the world crafts its concern
on the road to Damascus
where no light shines
and rats drink blood from the stones.

copyright/finbarwright/2021