Tag: © Joe Canning 2018

‘Chatting to my Mother’ © Joe Canning 2018. All Rights Reserved.

10/09/2018.Reading time 4 minutes.

‘Chatting to my Mother’ © Joe Canning 2018. All Rights Reserved.   Today I shook hands with my dad; in The fresh air, on the outside. For fourteen years he’s looked at me From across a visitor’s table.   Today I tasted a small gift of freedom. I walked with my sister outside the walls. […]

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‘The Land Of Lonely Women’ © Joe Canning 2018. All Rights Reserved.

27/03/2018.Reading time 4 minutes.

‘The Land Of Lonely Women’ © Joe Canning 2018. All Rights Reserved. The harbour is silent now, ‘Tis only the seagulls that cry. Gone are the ghosts of yesteryear; Banished are the Botany bound manacled, Those that dared to feed their brood, That uprooted the master’s turnip, Gone are they to sore backs and sledgehammer. […]

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‘Haunting Souls’ © Joe Canning 2018. All Rights Reserved. 

08/02/2018.Reading time 2 minutes.

‘Haunting Souls’ © Joe Canning 2018. All Rights Reserved. The soles of my feet are in heaven, Basking in the warm glow of turf flame. Wafting scents from a million year sod; Give pleasure to the welcoming nostril; The remainder ascends to the cosmos Ancient peat hisses in gentle disintegration. The Titan that is Earth […]

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‘The Tree At The Foot Of Our Garden’. © Joe Canning 2018. All Rights Reserved.

31/01/2018.Reading time 2 minutes.

‘The Tree At The Foot Of Our Garden’. © Joe Canning 2018. All Rights Reserved. Joe Canning ‘A Look at Ireland in Verse’ There’s a tree at the foot of our garden, Happy children play round it all day, The girls use the foxgloves as thimbles, The boys write their names in the clay. Young […]

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