Verse

MY TIME MACHINE IN COLINDALE

Author: 
Sean Matgamna

MY TIME MACHINE IN COLINDALE

Time flies — but so can I!
I flit, gadfly, pilgrim
Around in time; I fly
Back and forth at whim,
Zoom in and out and back
And forth through years, decades

MIRRORS

Author: 
Sean Matgamna

MIRRORS

My mirror is a moving film,
Never still: life is no stable realm;
Time rushes you yourself behind,

ON ARANMOR

Author: 
Sean Matgamna

ON ARANMOR
The man, grey-bearded, bulky, cold,
Who stands on a rock against our old
Foot-lapping grey Atlantic Sea,

IN TIR NA N'OG

Author: 
Sean Matgamna

IN TIR NA N'OG
I got drunk to wash my fear away:
Everything was not OK,
But I could bear it better.

I got drunk, and fell into a sleep
Of turmoil: there, time had a softer grip,

THE IDOLATORS

Author: 
Sean Matgamna

THE IDOLATORS
Rude tabernacle! Brick-strewn ground,
A broken house near New Cross Gate,
Where four old men, faced red and gray,
Their clothes unkempt and deshabille,
Stand in masterful command

TIMEBENDS

Author: 
Sean Matgamna

TIMEBENDS
Age only eats those mauled by time?
No: Age will sometimes break
Out of its Time, spurning the seasoned
Of mature, half-sated years:
From ambush, sideways, Age rears