Mud poem by Rosy Wilson. Video by Little Fish Films

Review of Scaling the Heights by Rosy Wilson

A review of Scaling the Heights by Shed Poet, Rosy Wilson, appeared in the Bray Arts Journal Vol 5 in January 2011
Read it in the journal here

Book launch postponed due to weather conditions

Scaling the Heights by Rosy Wilson will now be launched on Thursday 3 February 2011 in Signal Arts Centre, Bray. Guest Speaker Joe Woods, Director Poetry Ireland

Put it in your diary now!

Rosy Wilson launches new book

Rosy Wilson has written her second collection of poetry, Scaling the Heights. Joe Woods, Director of Poetry Ireland, will launch her book on Wed 1st Dec in Signal Arts Centre, Bray. Everyone is invited to join the party which kicks off at 7pm.
Her book can be ordered from this site.

Poems from Tyrone Guthrie Centre

Stepping back

from a country

a world

an economy in crisis

on a misty morning

I pocket acorns

raining down

pick up conkers

still creamy

in their wombs

promising to find

a vacant site,

damp soil for them.

After that

they’re on their own.

by Judy Russell


Annaghmakerrig

To say
I’ve been here
among the teacups
and the plates
the struggling
and the great

is enough


by Carol Boland

 

Annamaghkerrig

Wistful evening light and quiet

lends me a still life of leaves

fragile in their leaving, a brocade

of sycamore and oak, one sequoia tree

high, out of its world, blue limestone paths

and shadows green on green.

I memorise the moment

when darkness closes in, there will be

times when I shall  need it.

by Bernie Kenny


As I reach the lake

ripples reflect

lights of the morning

some pink like the dawn

more grey and silver

five ducks fly over

holding formation

like Children of Lir grown

smaller and brown

scoot quacking

on wavelets to shallows

the shelter of reeds

leaving the water

silent and still

as pools of your eyes

blue flecked with hazel

before they were closed.

On the shore under cover

of hazel and chestnut

mindfulness stretching

I breathe in this autumn.

by Rosy Wilson

Seven Poppy Pods Stand Tall

                                      after a painting by Helen Comerford

encrusted paint on board

wild red petals faded, fallen.

Seven round bellies fatten grey,

they are in pod, ready

to drop seed for spring

to rouse the flower.

came in late autumn

beyond showy petal

milk-filled sap, seed filled belly.

Embedded.

Bealtaine came in autumn

pregnant with words.

by Marguerite Colgan

Shed Poets at Tyrone Guthrie Centre

Five Shed Poets as members of Bealtaine Writers returned recently
from a week in the Tyrone Guthrie Centre in Monaghan. With workshops each morning, swims in and boating on the lake, and lots of forest walks, there will be poems galore posted on this site shortly

Keep watching

Shed Poets with Liz McManus T.D.

From L to R: Rosy, Judy, Bernie, Carol, Liz McManus T.D. Maureen and Marguerite