Tag: light

Time to go back

It’s time to go back to the studio

return the microphone

leave the stage

before it is too late 

and the sun dissolves,

the dark turns the key 

in the cell of sleep.


By the side of the sound 

fluttering traces, glimmers of illumination

on a sandy shore, parallel to the light

to which sea turtles run.

Signals that the evolution of cells 

requires the survival of a fresh program

within each radio impulse.


Let another station follow the end of this episode.

Let the chrysalis crack open 

so earthworms may turn into music 

and melody explode.

Let there be flight,

transparent colour,

for the fullness of time,

in the flicker of an eagle’s eye.

in the bite of a death adder

as if

a fragment of static 

is about to cross the synapse of suspended wires. 

Again, back to the studio. 

How does an Unbeliever pray?

Not on my knees with head all bound in thorns,
not in a pew prostrate before a god,
not stooped, nor bent, a sinner supplicant,
a poor unworthy man afraid to say:
Like as the eagle soars astride the wind,
like as the river flows from spring to sea,
like as erratic stands upright and firm,
a worthy creature proud to stride the land.

No more a child beset with guilt and shame,
but grown attentive to the joy of light,
humble as dust and underwhelmed by night,
a star that shines and whispers love to all.

We move in prayer, our talent in our verse,
we celebrate in time the universe.

Light


Black shoulders, white earphones,
she sits on a wooden stool
in the ‘Internet Centre of Excellence’
on Winthrop Street.

Blends into a smartphone,
consuming power,
hooked,
like my dad consumed TV,
sat by his books
in Fort Mary.

Her fingers fit for a keyboard,
carrying a library
in the pocket
of bleached blue jeans,
sipping water
from a SuperValu plastic bottle.

Frank O’Mahony smoked a pipe
in a drawing room,
sat in an armchair covered in faded flowers,
never blotting a book, straining a spine,
creasing a corner, ripping a leaf.
Father sold books.

Eyes glued to screens,
consuming stories,
liquid crystal married to tubular light,
pathways to wider worlds.

They both wore brown shoes.