Castletroy Words

 The dark ship. The dark ship cuts across the restless sea, I miss it more than words could ever show, The waves that break, the lantern’s ghostly glow, The cabins small that once held you and me. In dreams I cross those waters endlessly, A captive soul with nowhere else to go, I stand on deck where only night winds blow, And hear the crash repeat its memory. I wonder when I’ll find that ship once more, To cross again that sea from home to home, To stand with you as we had stood before - Or drift alone, condemned again to roam. Will I not see those lights along the shore, Nor hear the hull resound against the foam? Are dreams now lost, or do we wait in store, For calmer tides that call our ship back home?

 I'm doing boring rhyme instead of poetry.  This took 5 minutes as I'm busy. End the Story. It's nearly over but what is next?  Where will the road go?  When this endless wait is over  and it's off to pastures new What will the future hold when I break out of this prison cold and into the sunlight of a new day what will the signposts say?  the relief and fear are equal what will be the sequel?  As we end the story true  and start again anew.

 Waiting for the Easter Vigil, having done way too much this Easter already. My poem, Monaleen Church isn't in for a competition at the moment so I'm putting it here to remind us of Easters gone by. This poem resounds with me more than any other, apart from 'Lough Foyle'. Some of it could be based on the fictional characters of Angela and Nollaig in my manuscript 'My arms are holding you'. It's still dedicated to Andrew. Monaleen Church I remember from childhood, the rain on the stone and earth of the walls at Castletroy. I remembered—but couldn’t tell you—the feeling: sitting in the day services, looking out at the rain. I remember you. I could read you, though you didn’t know. You meant well. I miss you. I remember Groody and Golf Links, Dublin Road,  home . Music, dance, oranges. Dancing Queen . I lived for my music. I was with you when you brought her home— when you brought  me  home. Answering God’s call without knowing. A companion to dance, to laugh, ...