PCD Hogan Cup Winners 2015

I’m A Dreamer

Dream big
Build a skyscraper
Build a cathedral
Brick by brick
After all
Moving a mountain
Begins with the grasp
Of one small stone.

Win All-Irelands
That aren’t easily won.
Train physically
Train emotionally
Be disciplined

You may not be able
To see the top of the stairs
But you can take the first step…

Kerry footballers
Men of steel
Men of courage
Humble men
Facing adversity
Kerry religion
And dream big.

After all
A dream is a wish
Our hearts make

So dream big.

New Year’s Eve in Dingle

New Year’s Eve in Dingle

Maria Ní Mhurchú

Night is the Angel of darkness
A bit like a crow
A bit more beautiful.

Stars hang onto her feathers for dear life
As she sweeps over the planet.
These look like babies
Except for their little black wings
And their stocks of fiery, white curls
Long and fabulous
A bit like a hippy
And almost as beautiful.

The babes play together
Shooting here and there
A fantastic display of fireworks
In the night sky.

I watch from the quay in Dingle
As the Artist’s pallet fills us in awe
A splendour befitting a king

Then night puts a finger to her lips
Shush! She says, smiling at her flock.
Suddenly I see Mary
As the moon paints her face a
Watery sea…
Mirroring her magnificence.

As I gaze at the night sky
I see night nursing her flock
And I know in my heart
That the coming year
Will herald in peace and contentment
As each babe
Eyes closing
Sleep in the arms of their mother.

Earth Mother

Earth Mother

And the rain burned
And the moon turned
Back to front
Upside  down

Than a ball of fire…

Than  I ever
Dared to dream…

You came hurtling
Into my world
Head first
Thru time

My little boy
From long ago

Left on my own for so long
I called you Willow
Shedding tears
Of joy

A new spring

In a barren world.

The Aurora Borealis

The Aurora Borealis by Maria Ní Mhurchú

A butterfly lands softly on my finger
And smiles up at me
Her wings are rich in colour
Golden like the sun
With a delicate sliver of sliver
Running through them
Her antenna a gorgeous vermillion
With great big bright blue eyes

“I’ll grant you one wish” she says…
“if you won’t stamp on me”

Moths scare the hell out of me

I wish I could meet my blondy boy
It’s been seven years…
That’s my one true love-wish I say
Fear gripping my body
Because of this tiny little creature
Tears welling behind my eyes

Close your eyes
Tightly – she says
I catch my breath and do as I am bid
Isn’t courage, fear holding on a minute longer?
I feel droplets of dew falling on my face
I feel free
And throw myself under the shower of rain
Dancing the salsa like a mad-woman
Feeling like this fairie friend had lifted
My magical curse of shyness

There’s a rainbow in the sky
The butterfly disappears into a myriad of colour
And I see Ian coming towards me
Wheeling his bicycle
And an umbrella in his other hand
Just for me
The umbrella
Is a myriad of butterflies.

The big smoke

The big smoke

Your anguish
Hits against my heart
Like hailstones
Off a hardened glass

But there’s nothing i can do
For you
This time
I’ve been there
Now it’s your turn
To take that step
To begin  without me
This time

We hug
Both strong
But breaking  up with fear
And you step on that trundling train
For your first job
In the big smoke.

Cafe Terrace at night

Café Terrace at Night

Maria Ní Mhurchú

On a night like this
I view the scene before my eyes
And I wish I could escape my small room
and sit on the chair
under the dark blue sky
and have a waiter
serve me fine Parisian Coffee.

I could look up at the stars
in the Heavens
or chat to the couple
crossing the road
oblivious to everyone but me
and to my strange Naughty’s attire.

Low cut jeans and a halter neck top…

I light a candle and I say a prayer
There are no candles where you are
waiting for me.

Only a starry starry night…

I’m jealous as I look around
at the clutter-filled cocoon
I call my kitchen.

I want company
I need company
If only I could sit at your table
It’s such a peaceful scene
and blue is my favourite colour.

I love the way it lights up the night.

Help me escape
Help me sleep
Help me dream
About the scene you’ve created.

It’s such a peaceful scene
and blue is my favourite colour.

But everything is not what it seems, is it?
You cut off your ear in a moment of madness
Shortly after you painted that scene.

So much for serenity.