Memo to Sail

Take a note my boy

For those two weeks in June and July

Say bon voyage to Lincolnshire my boy

Sail off for Galway, with your horse of troy

Take note my boy

Be awake for the awakening tune

Say “hey there, it’s me, over here boy”

“I’ve made my way over here, to hear the bands of joy”

From Christopher Sanderson's Ireland Poems
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Addled Imagination

I want to talk to you of the glowing embers, on this damp and foggy Connemara afternoon

Ask you to fill your nostrils, with the aromas of slow burning logs, from the fireplace of the head gardeners cottage

I want to sit by you, as a reconstruction; you sat in my armchair, me on the floor, I will leave the desk-work until the morning

We might witness our lives in the fires flames, sense our excitement, with occasional sparks of emotion

The liquor will warm us, as also might the Donegal woven blanket, thrown over us, when we pull closer together

I want to talk to you of the glowing embers, you my mother superior, in this house of Benedictine nuns

From Christopher Sanderson's Ireland Poems
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Witness And Wait

If you let the peaceful present happen, take off a while to let yourself be, if you listen to the mountains and the raindrops, take some time to believe, in essence, elemental, essentially to see

If you hear the wind and the loch water lapping, being with you to share your love of serenity, if you ride the low waves of lightness passing, by being with belief in you, by being with caring for love, essential and elementally

From Christopher Sanderson's Ireland Poems
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Hard Stuff

If I don’t give you the time and presence how might I ask you to let me be

I have been known as a carpenter, I have been known as Paul

I have been known to like a drink, I have been in love, loved you one and all

If I don’t give you the chance to think how might I ask you to choose wisely

I have been known as a builder, I have been known as Shaun

I have been known to like a drink, I have been in love, love I love you all

From Christopher Sanderson's Ireland Poems
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A Perfect Poem (Tom Carney)

On the motorway

From Galway to Dublin

Thinking of the photographs

That I have not taken

The column of slate

The cotton on the bog...

My love sat here beside me

With photographs I have not taken

From Christopher Sanderson's Ireland Poems
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