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SWIMMING WITH DOLPHINS
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TOMMY MURRAY
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Belfast
Lapwing
SWIMMING WITH DOLPHINS
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TOMMY MURRAY
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Belfast
LAPWING
First Published by Lapwing Publications
c/o 1, Ballysillan Drive
Belfast BT14 8HQ
http://www.freewebs.com/lapwingpoetry/
Copyright © Tommy Murray 2012
All rights reserved
The author has asserted her/his right under Section 77
of the Copyright, Design and Patents Act 1988
to be identified as the author of this work.
British Library Cataloguing in Publication Data.
A catalogue record for this book is available from
the British Library.
Since before 1632
The Greig sept of the MacGregor Clan
Has been printing and binding books
Lapwing Publications are printed at Kestrel Print
Unit 1, Spectrum Centre
Shankill Road Belfast BT13 3AA
028 90 319211
Hand-bound in Belfast at the Winepress
Set in Aldine 721 BT
ISBN 978-1-907276-96-5
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ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
Acknowledgement is due to the editors of the followingpublications in which some of these poems have also appeared;Fortnight, Riverine, Stroan, The Drumlin, Crannog, Revival, Ropes,
NUI Galway, The Stony Thursday Book, Riposte, The Moth,The Edgeworth Papers.
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CONTENTS
38Swallows . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
37Stone Walls . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
36Spanish Point . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
35Sketching a Scots Pine . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
34Priming the Pump . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
33Outcast . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
32Mixed Marriage . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
31Mass Path . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
30Lemming . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
29Lean-to . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
28Landscape . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
27Hotspell . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
26High Stool . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
25Handyman . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
24Goose Girl . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
23Gnome . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
22February . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
21Dolphins . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
20Departed . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
19Cuckoo . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
18Crow . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
17Cow Parsley . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
16Cliff-hangers . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
15Cemetery Sunday . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
14Camel . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
13Butterfly . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
12Breaking Up . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
11Boyne Water . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
10Ben Sherman . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
9Album . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
8Afterbloom . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
7A Sparrow Falls . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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49Wren . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
48Willow Pattern . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
47Wheelbarrow . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
46Wagtail . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
45Van Winkle’s Return . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
44Topiary . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
43The Yeti . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
42The Rosary . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
41The Old Forge . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
40The New English Teacher . . . . . . . . . . . . .
39Marchioness . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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A SPARROW FALLS
You couldn’t have knownThat your fall from graceWould set alarm bells ringingAcross the universeThat the echo would bounce From planet to planetFrom field to fieldTree to tree
That even beforeYou hit the groundPlans were being redrawnBlueprints changedAnd from that moment on And a new order would ensue
And on morningsWhen the feathery windMight send a shiver along The craning furlongs Of cow parsley, evenings When dusk might threaten To throw a shadowOver the hedgerowsYour fall would be all the talk
Tommy Murray
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AFTERBLOOM
A slipper of bleached rose blossomGlazed to the wet pavementOutside your window
Your only legacy, reminderThat you once reeked of royaltyAnd old world charm
Smacked of golden dawnsAnd crimson sunsets, posedImmaculate in emulsion colours
A handful of limp petalsLeft behind on the dank tarmacYour final will and testament.
Swimming with Dolphins
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ALBUM
Here, my life blooms in brown plasticSeedling Shoot Sunflower, smiles Sprinkled like blossoms In a blackthorn hedge
Nettles, wreaths and roses tooFestooned in timeCultivated posesSeptember in my prime
Seconds snatched from yesterdayAnd pressed like petalsBetween the dog eared pagesOf my shuttered life
Tommy Murray
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BEN SHERMAN
The rules are simpleNo time-outs or tea breaksTrial runsRehearsalsTapes to breast or goals to score
Just the soulless challengeOf a crumpled hunkOf polyester and cottonAerobically smoothingCreases and foldsSkimming the seamsAnd jostling the collarSide-stepping buttonsColliding with cuffs
Then the sleevesThe ultimate exercise in plain sailingMechanical strokes And meticulously challenging Side swipes
Swimming with Dolphins
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BOYNE WATER
When ever the talkTurns to waterWe will remember youOldbridgeSixteen ninety threeAnd all that andThe mere mention of rivermistWould be enough to conjure up visionsOf passage graves, castlesMonasteries and mansionsA splash of moorhen In the reed beds, the callOf a distant corncrakeA necklaceOf half submerged stepping stonesThe chatter of the ripplesYour talk enthrals meYour stories of endless summer daysCellophane poolsWhere the sun never setSkimming stones from bank to bankLearning to swim with a bundle of rushesStories too of paper boatsLaunched unceremoniouslyOnly to run agroundYards into their maiden voyage
Tommy Murray
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BREAKING UP
A mural of cracksWhispers across fresh plasterwork
Capillaried, like riversOn a continental wall map
You take a finger, traceCanyons and gorges, days of debris and dust
Nights when rekindled embersFlickered briefly, freeze
In the chill of a nonchalant glanceStill you hang in there, hoping
Wanting to catch each falling slate, winceAs the first stabs of daylight
Plunge through the rafters, even thenPlace buckets to catch the drops
Swimming with Dolphins
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BUTTERFLY
It isn’t easyTrying to make senseOf these impromptuLittle sketches
And I need more Than a fleeting glimpseTo appreciate the subtlyOf these ostentatious moments
Unless you’re trying to tell meThat I tooMight one dayEmerge from the darkness
That I too Would have my Twenty seconds of summerAnd walk in a worldBeyond my wildest dreams
Tommy Murray
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CAMEL
Stare me down if you mustWith your ageless dreams, rhythmsOars dipping to drumbeat, caravans
Inching across the horizonBut tell me Did you doze off too?When Scheherazade lulled
The insomniac Harun Or eavesdrop on The small talk of Kings bearing giftsAnd you surely must have blushed
When Salome dancedOr blinked in unbeliefAt the grave of Lazarus
Still, you had your fifteen minutesTethered to a dog wood, perhaps On the slopes of Calvary
And you could hardly Have remained impassive When they nailed his hands and feet
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CEMETERY SUNDAY
There was a certain reassuranceIn the sudden sprouting of umbrellasHalf way through the ceremonyNoticeably
From The Bank That Likes To Say YesEmblazoned in blueScottish WidowsIn mandatory blackPrize Bonds Making That Dream Come True
To my left, The Bank of a LifetimeSavings, Pensions and MortgagesWhile three graves downThe Credit UnionCurrent Rate 7.2
Oh yes, they’re all hereCoaxing cajoling In an acre of huddles and conferencesFixed Rate BorrowingDay to Day Banking Bank Accounts at a GlanceAnd of course, Personal Loans Online
Tommy Murray
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CLIFF-HANGERS
Tipi couldn’t have knownWhat she was letting herself in forThe clans, the cliques the coteriesThe outrageous behaviourAssassins all, I saySerial killers
And who’s for murder, she might have askedOr matricideEven thuggeryThievery too
As for promiscuity And polygamyAnd adult homosexual couplingsThese too
And the last thing She would have thought was gang rape
Oh yes, it was all out there Just a cliff awayIn a Hitchcockian swirlOf screaming gulls and guillemots
Swimming with Dolphins
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COW PARSLEY
Rather, they arriveUnannouncedSlipping through the seasonIn furlong after furlongOf little cliques and coteriesThe ubiquitous nuances of summerReaching outTouchingStanding ovation Mexican waveCraning to catch a glimpse of them selves
Tommy Murray
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CROW
It’s a blacker than black world, oursA first up best dressed world Where compassion is a dried up river bedAnd the white bones of virtue Have been picked clean
So we live for the day, siftThrough the charcoal and cindersThe dust bowl of our dreamsWe bicker and bag snatchWash our dirty linen Centre stage
Swimming with Dolphins
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CUCKOO
Your flight was delayedStorms in the bayTurbulence
As if you needed excuses, or That summer could be held without youYou nearly didn’t make it though
Waiting until the last vestigeOf hardshipHad been licked clean
The last leaf in place, beforeAnnouncing your arrivalPenetrating the heat haze
With those sweet talking tonesThat manipulate timeAnd mark off calendars
Tommy Murray
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DEPARTED
Even the streets paid tributeThe day they carried you outMute as a fiddle in a varnished case
Weren’t you the great one for the musicThey whisperedWeren’t you the one that could turn a tune
Wet streets, windswept streets, streetsThat listened to e very tune but yoursStreets that ignored your every note
The sharps and flats of conversationThe bobs and trebles of tittle tattleSmall talk
Streets where your best piecesWere as snowflakes on a wet pavementCherry blossoms in a storm
Now you have suddenly become a celebrityA crowd pullerThey listen spellbound, applauding
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DOLPHINS
The Paparazzi would have loved itThis once a week spectacleSo you feel privileged to be
In the right place at the right timeAnd all because the sun and the planets Are aligned towards Mercury
It could just as easily be DingleBut the air doesn’t reek of saltAnd you don’t feel dwarfed By that great big ocean out thereSo I check the shooting mode on my digitalAnd launch into an uninhibited mingle
And yes, they are all here, Jedward Robbie, Ryan and PatDaniel posing unashamedly.
One dubbed SeanieJumping through hoopsThe highlight for me however
Was swimming alongside BonoWatching him surface and resurfaceReaching out, stroking his tail fin
Tommy Murray
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FEBRUARY
Window bound and waitingFor that first snowdropI warm to a splash of yellowAt the bird feeder, notice too
Those little legacies of inclemencyGlistening like discarded hand mirrorsThe smoke from yesterday’s fire Rising pencil straight
Into the glaring grey sky where Vapour trails converse PythagoraslyAnd the silence belies the activityAs nature explodes at its own pace
Breathless the world waitsFor the thunk of a spadeOr the ‘tchak’ of the jackdawTo sound the clarion callFor the onslaught of spring
Swimming with Dolphins
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GNOME
DysfunctionalThey said you wereWhen you failed to raise your hat
And what have you to smile aboutLittle man, they mockedAll dressed up and nowhere to go
And where were you in Nineteen SixteenThey taunted, whenThe stones left the fields
And the wallsBent over backwardsDid you wave a flag?Or drink a toastOr skip along the narrow streetsTo the strains of Napper TandyAnd when the fiddlersplayed the high reel Did you dance?
Tommy Murray
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GOOSE GIRL
Only a pictureA few square feetOf cracked canvasReckless daubs and soothing splashesWith figures in the foreground
A rectangular creationOf lights and shadowsWillowy verticalsAnd tracks that throb to the rhythmOf another time, another age
Where the relentlessWhisper of leavesIs punctuated only
By the occasional honk and the Brushed of starched calicoAs she comes and goes and staysBecalmed foreverIn a world of rising sap and opening buds
Swimming with Dolphins
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HANDYMAN
You will recognize himFrom the sack bag Of bits and piecesAnd the saw sticking out
He will have the box planeHe inherited from his fatherAnd a villainous looking nail barBoxwood rulers
And hickory handled squaresAnd a punch drunk spirit level, thatHas long since lost its certaintyHe will have a bradawl
To double as a pipe cleaner andA length of shelving with about Nine pence worth of knots
And there will be an urgencyAbout his every step
Tommy Murray
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HIGH STOOL
Hepplewhite would have been Even harder to convinceDiscarding the idea
As one wouldA misshapen chair legA warped fiddle splat
Refusing to sanctionSuch an unpretentious arrangementOf uprights and rails
Oblique anglesAnd voluptuous curvesAnd opting instead
For something less homespunRun of the millSomething less ensconced
In the annals of wood turningAs being frequently incapableOf remaining upright
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HOTSPELL
The day that summer Climbed over the garden wallVapour trails embroidered the velvet sky
The hedgerows turned out in frivelled whiteThe borders in orange and blue
And cast-offs That had not seen the light of day in agesWere plucked from obscurityAnd scrutinisedLike Christmas lightsMothballed memories of you
Tommy Murray
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LANDSCAPE
Constable would have been Spoiled for choiceOpting perhapsFor a gunmetal And grey dazed horizonWith russet and dun for the bulrushesBehind the white-washed cottageWhere the smoke rises pencil straightAnd the old bridge leapfrogs across the riverTo the tangle of muddied blackthornsAnd the nut brown woodsGainsborough tooWould have loved the blueAbove the malachite splashed hillsWhere the sheep hangLike medallionsOn a general’s greatcoat
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LEAN-TO
Immortalised in albumsAnd affectionately framed Family gatherings, that
Will be me with the broken plinthAnd the dark patchWhere the pebbledash ran out
A ponytail of bits and piecesHand me downs and afterthoughtsI am hardly photogenic
But once when September posed impromptuI was for a split secondThree sixteenths of a spectacular sunset
Tommy Murray
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LEMMING
I remember the momentYou, lying thereImmaculate in pinstripe and cuff linksAnd the tie you only wore to weddingsThe broad grin fixed For all eternity
You blew your chance thenOf growing old gracefully Missed out on memoriesPipe smoke and slippers Sunsets of affection
You might have been famous Graced the top tablesTaken your place On pedestals and podiums Had you not decided to leave?When you did, and so suddenly
You could have taken it all in your stride Laurel wreath and golden handshakeAnd yes, you also missed out onCrow’s feet and quackery Weeks of wet MondaysAnd endless obituaries
Swimming with Dolphins
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MASS PATH
Here, mist is all the rageThe way ahead, a rosary of stepping stonesAs we brush past
Grandstands of cow parsleyAvalanches of May Trees limp with memories, hone in
To that twice in a lifetimeCall of the cuckooPenetrating the heat haze
With those sweet talking tonesThat manipulate time And mark off calendars
Dandelion and daisyPeopling the grassPausing by the lean to
On our way to morning MassWhere the ghosts of Christmas lingerAnd the cobwebs cling like snowAnd our swallows have returnedFor the fourth year in a row
Tommy Murray
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MIXED MARRIAGE
Trying to make senseOf this Babel of Polynesian and YupikYou move among the guests
Try not to notice the whirling bolosThe harpoons And the swinging stone clubs
Pause to sampleThe yam paste and roast gibbonOr slurp a spoonful of moose soup
Applaud as the bride now resplendent In printed cotton, immaculately manicured GarlandsAnd sun bucket hat enters
The Groom, magnificent in beaded walrus hideCaribou skin gogglesAnd matching moccasinsTwo steps behind
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OUTCAST
You will find me too In country towns, villagesOn dusty afternoons
Down cul-de-sac s, side streetsWhere the cranks of conversationAnd the skid marks of gossip
Barely rise above the undulatingDrone of distant prose, andThe stillness is such that
The sky seems to leapfrogAcross the rooftops, in Impulsive little outbursts
Of ochre tinted enthusiasm, and IAmt the pumpOn the edge of the footpath
A municipal dropoutA Christ of the Andes in my kingdom of Cambers and kerbstones, where
Nothing is spontaneous, exceptHub caps and spent lollipop sticksAnd smiles across the cobblestones
Tommy Murray
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PRIMING THE PUMP
Is strictly a two handed affairThe knack beingTo pour and pump at the same time
And alwaysHave a saucepan or two in reserve
You must allow at least three bucketfulsFor the water to loseThat Pepsi Cola look
A further two before it’s drinkable Timing is everythingKnowing when to plunge
Pouring on the down strokeThen what with dry spellsAnd low levels
And whether the mechanismIs in the mood or notTen saucepans onIt might still be just Two bells and a grapefruit
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SKETCHING A SCOTS PINE
The best views are close upIn twos and threesPolicing the hedgerowsIn looming chiaroscuro
Or fields awayFrom upstairs windowsScaffolding the skylineIn muted explosionsOf charcoal and grey
And whenOctober and twilight combineTo match their rugged grandeurThumb tackingLong lines of low hills to the horizon
Tommy Murray
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SPANISH POINT
You marvel at the size of the skyAnd all that sandThe helter skelter of bird tracks, things
Wonder too about global warmingAnd rising sea levelsAnd what would happen
If the ice caps were to disappearWould the breakers still stop short?Of the rusting no bathing sign
And would the strollers Still side step the seaweed and stonesAnd what of Mutton Island
Out there straddling the horizonWould it still remain the last bastion?between me and America?
I bet that the gulls already knowThey will have noticed the extra fraction of an inchAt high tide
Swimming with Dolphins
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STONE WALLS
Every time I see and old stone wall orContemplate a craze of lichen clad crevicesI cannot help wondering aboutThe men that might have built it
My grandfather built old stone wallsIndeed what he didn’t know about slate and shale Rubble and lime and perpendicularity Wasn’t worth knowing
Had he lived I would have asked him tooAbout the hyssop, those timeless little clumpsThat seem to climb and climb hand over handWas it planted or did it just grow there And he would have told me stories and namesOf stones and how he could tell from the grainWhich ones to keep and which ones to throw awayStones have character, he might have said
I can picture him now shifting his pipe From one side to the otherThat grin of satisfaction s the stone slotted into placeEach stone should cast a shadow, He might say
I suppose it could be said that he wrote poems in stoneHoned each stone until it was just right His legacy now is there for all to seeA bedraggled poem written in stone
Tommy Murray
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SWALLOWS
Aerobically challengedDead beatAnd with the threat of inclemency ImminentWe congregate at airportsAnd private pads
Or queue tunefullyIn conspicuous displaysOf blind obedienceTo some primitive callRestless urge
Some intuitive promptThat it’s all happeningOut thereIn the vast nothingnessBeyond the last lighthouse
That somewhere out thereBetween the high watermarkAnd the Tropic of CapricornOur Castle GondolfosBalmoralsOur Camp DavidsHave been mucked out and watered
Swimming with Dolphins
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MARCHIONESS
It isn’t easy being married to old QueensberryEven though he means wellNot that there’s any malice But two broken ribs On top of last week’s black eyeIs just about as much as I can take.
He’s supposed to miss, you knowWhile he measures the value of each punchBut occasionally he gets carried awayCaught up in a maze of rules and regulations“I’m trying to clean up the sport,” he tells me
Then there’s the weight advantageFour stone somethingWhich is why I dread the late night sessionsAnd the kidney punchesThe right hooksAnd the clinchesAnd I’m just terrified of the ones below the belt
Tommy Murray
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THE NEW ENGLISH TEACHER
You know how it is in September The first day backTrying to come to terms with the new colour schemeThe wall, immaculate in magnoliaDoors, the worse for blue
Who’s new you wonderAs you notice the empty lockerCleaned out except for the rubber bandAnd the heavily pencilled copyOf ‘Getting to grips with English’
A limp handshakeAnd you feel as if you knew Miss Brody all your lifeThe little hen like movements of the headThe turn of phraseThe play on words are all so familiar
That you suddenly find yourselfScanning the picture of last years staff outingTrying to find a place for her in the line up,
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THE OLD FORGE
What I remember is White eyed-men, staring outThe rattle of cinders, hellfireAnd that iambic beat of the anvil
A world of horse whisperersAnd hangers onWhere rekindled coalsFlare and die like fitful starsIn a distant universe
And every turn of phraseIs hammered out and shapedBefore being sanctionedBy the hiss of steamFrom the half barrel
And horses fart impatientlyBetween hee-haws and whinniesAnd the conversation I punctuatedBy woodbines and tobacco
Tommy Murray
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THE ROSARY
I can still hear the sound of atonementBouncing off the humble hearthstone
As we rinsed awayThe little indiscretions of the day
The thumb cued drone of the PaterRising and falling
Like the plea of a captive bluebottleOn a summer’s morning
The unanimous rattle of avesSlipping quietly through pious fingers
The Gloria, whisking us back to reality Time and time again
As we washed the world from our jaded soulsTo the accompaniment of hissing coals
And the copper kettle singingSacreligiously in the grate
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THE YETI
I’m with Darwin on this oneHuxley and Hooker tooSo instead of trekking acrossDesolate mountain ranges Looking for a seven foot tallSemi-celibate recluse
I would expect to come face to faceWith a race of ungainly Auburn haired introvertsA promiscuous assemblageOf loose limbed athletic typesWith just a hint of hairiness
Brown eyed beingsFighting for space in a sort of Malthusian nightmareAnd of course they would have digital camerasAnd the office party Would be the highlight of their year
Tommy Murray
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TOPIARY
Careful nowConcentrate ClipThere goes that ostrichUnicorn tooMarsupially challenged kangaroo
Easy does itSteady upChopGuess I’ll hav e to settle for a swan
AlternativelyA goose or a duck might doAnd why not go for a green cockatoo
Uh huh, I’ve did it againBeheadedMy leglessLittle topiary Wren
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VAN WINKLE’S RETURN
Look at meBlear-eyed, grubbyAs dishevelledAs a swallow in a sandstormReeking of sloe gin and juniperHair, a hurricane of Grizzled grey and auburnTime trailing in my wake
How thenAm I to face the dawn?Should I blush?When they ask me where I’ve beenWhen the children chant And call me namesOr when the eldersStroke their chins and wonder“Am I a Federal or a Democrat
Should I thrill them?”With my talesOf mountain paths and moonlit nightsDown deep ravinesWhere shadows flit from rock to rockIn stocking-footed silenceOr should I just tipThe brim of my high crowned hatAnd bid them “Top of the morning”.
Tommy Murray
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WAGTAIL
For ever dropping inArriving UnannouncedI know your little game
CommandeeringEvery square inch of my affectionFor those spectacular touchdowns
Those unscheduled landingsFickle promisesThat dance and skipLike half glimpsed news flashes
In clockwork cued spurts of sprung rhythmAnd soft shoe, beforeTaxiing round the corner for take off
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WHEELBARROW
Two coats of left over glossA dash of multi purpose lubricantAnd you were ready to rumbleYour maiden voyage setting the pace
What if your creator had? Run out of ideas early on, skimpedOn all but the basics, endowed youWith a minimum of trimmings
A Jurassic shape and an unmechanicle gaitThat fell somewhere betweenA casual amble and willingnessTo stop and chat at the drop of a hat
And what if at times youn did reekOf cut plug and stale porterYou were after allIndispensable
Tommy Murray
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WILLOW PATTERN
Difficult to follow the plotWhat with those stringy legumesAnd all that mash
Of course there’s a fenceAnd a bridge with figuresSpanning a trickle of gravy
A pagoda too And a pavilionRight next to the succulent chicken breast
But where are the runawaysKoong-se and Chang, Unless they are slumbering Under the extravagance Of second helpings And what of the turtle doves
Are they destined to hover for ever?High above the complex of tea houses and treesCobalt tinted apples and carbohydrates
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WREN
Cast against fanfaresOf scrawny whitethornAnd gutted gorseYou cut quite a dash In clipped wing and penitential brown
Defender of the stalky cabbage patchThe sunken spadeAnd upturned potMay your reign lastAs long as ladybirds sparkleIn the rekindled embers of spring
Tommy Murray
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TOMMY MURRAY
A native of Trim and winner of numerous awards for literatureTommy Murray’s work has appeared both in Ireland and abroad.His poetry provided much of the background for the UTVdocumentary, Valley of the Kings and was also featured on RTEsNationwide.
His awards for literature include, The Gerard Manly HopkinsCertificate of Merit, The Patrick Kavanagh Memorial Certificate of
Merit, The Nora Fahy Award, The Tom O’ Shea Trophy in Swordsin 2004, Runner up in The Bard of Armagh Contest in 2002 andthe Poet of Fingal trophy in 2005 and 2006 and 2010
In March 2007 he accepted the prestigious ‘People in theCommunity’ IT project Award on behalf of The Meath Writer’s
Circle. His first collection of poetry ‘Counting Stained Glass
Windows’ was published by Lapwing Belfast. His work has appeared in a number of magazines such asFortnight, Riverine, Stroan, The Drumlin, Crannog, Revival, Ropes,NUI Galway, The Stony Thursday book, Riposte, The Moth, The
Edgeworth Papers and an anthology by the late Michael Hartnett.
Tommy Murray
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TOMMY MURRAY
A native of Trim, County Meath, Tommy Murray hasbeen very active in promoting poetry and participatingIn literary events in Meath and beyond.
What others have said
A poet of immense promiseJB Keane
Maturing all the timeBryan Mac Mahon
One of Meath’s foremost poetsKen Davis, Meath Chronicle
Delights in his way with words, especiallyWhen he transcribes the landscape of Meath into poetry
Elizabeth Hickey
His main power point lies in his versatility as a poetAnd his ability to talk on diverse subjectsLouise Tallon, The Weekender
He is particularly good at absorbing various kinds of atmosphereAnd of recreating these atmospheres into verse, he enjoys lookingAt the world and his readers will enjoy it too
Brendan Kennelly
Tommy Murray has done more for Creative Writing in Meath Than anyone I know
Tom O’Malley
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