Biography of Martin Swords
Welcome. 'Fáilte'- from yet another Irish Poet.
My Blog www.martinswordspoetry.blogspot.com
Writers Group www.wicklowwritersblogspot.com
YouTube Martin Swords Wicklow Writers
Member of Wicklow Writers Group.
Background in Design and Communications.
Writing Poetry since 1990
Martin Swords's Works:
'Voyages'....Wicklow Writers' Anthology 2
'Voices from the Shore....
Wicklow Writers CD Poems/Stories
New and Collected 21
Glendalough and Laragh News
Martin Swords Poems
A Walk In The Woods With Robert Frost
Overcast but warm, The day dry, unusually. Walking the woods with the dogs As many times before.
Breakfast For One
Breakfasts were special. Two plates. Two eggs. Together.
Bob Dylan, And Me.
I know Bob Dylan well. Grew up with him,
A Bowl Of Rice Always
A fractured home A distanced heartache A chopstick, an empty cup
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All The Boys
On back a bedroom door A hook, a cap, untouched This many year. The head That wore it laughing
The Late Gift
He had only one more gift to give, the manner of his going. He had only one short life to live, and only now was knowing
It’s an Artificial Paradise Here in the Vale Da Plenty
I saw myself on T.V. I think. In black & white on channel four, tonight. My Doppelganger from 1938.
To A Crow
Despised Crow Who loves you But another Crow. Blessed with ugly grace,
Now is the golden browning of the year, early dusky evenings, and the quiet. A time of listless leaves and branches, a settling, and a dignity of dying.
A Poppy Season
She is a Welcome Home A room full of people. She is an egg neatly broken A Roulade sweetly rolled.
A Pheasant Calls
A pheasant calls its pleasant pheasant call Beautiful to its Lady This peasant peacock Struts its stuttered strut across the garden
The Nearly Man
I am a Nearly Man, At least that’s what you think My bent back Or withered leg,
This Is The Place
Where words and wisdom
Grow on trees
Rich ripe ready words
Falling on paper
Rhythms too are there
On branches, waving
In the wind
And thought bunches