Christy O’Donnell’s poem on Thomond Bridge

I stood and watched as here they fell,

some jumped freely thinking this life was hell,

mixed up feelings within their head,

lost to the river the floating dead,

memories remain with those bereft,

all were loved before here they left,

on moonlight beams you can hear their song,

in death there is no right nor wrong.

 – Christy O’Donnell


Maire Morrissey-Cummins – Lakeside Dreams (Written in Westfield Park)

Lakeside Dreams


Dusk by the lakeside,

Waters gently lap the shore.

A breeze weaves through tall reeds,

To dance amid soft mountain shadows.


A strawberry moon rises,

Behind a copse of Oak,

Rolling smoky skies.


In the hush of midnight,

Bare branches reach to the stars,

Weaving the falling darkness,

Into a night of dreams.


– Maire Morrissey Cummins

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Brendan Hayes on Clancy Strand

Brendan Hayes on Clancy Strand


I see the girl dancing by the river
leaping the gaps in the wall
but talking much too fast
How can she make sense of it all
or find the time
and space
to heal
But here I kneel and pray
and hope she’ll feel
happiness some day soon
let the light
of this summer moon
shine bright the way…

– Brendan Hayes (18-07-2013)

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Brendan Hayes on O’ Callaghan Strand

There’s a stone and its black and green and it lies on the riverbed,

With neither eyes to see nor tears that can be shed,

Yet the light of a million moons its drank searching for the dead.

– Brendan Hayes (18-07-2013)


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|_________It is the beginning_______




This is not the end of the line________________________________

– Brendan Hayes (18-07-2013)


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Anne Culhane’s Piece on Thomas Street

Anne Culhane's Piece on Thomas Street

Walking down Thomas street and loving the names of the shops ; ‘Watercolours’ ‘Bella Italia’ ‘Medjana’ the names roll off the tongue.

I see the brightness of the street. Its wideness makes me look left and right as I try to catch it all. People strolling, children skipping.

I hear snippets of chat (‘Fair play Walter!’ ‘Did you get that dress?’ ‘Johnny, don’t run’, ‘Will you be much longer’ ‘Did you like your food Madam?’ as I pass the outdoor cafes.

Laughter pulses up with the smoke from the cigarette, twirls in the air and gone and the space taken with the next sentence. More laughter.

– Anne Culhane