All a Wonder
At seven, all a wonder.
The boy with his Aunt Kathleen
bottle in its blanket, keeping
October frost outside.
Streetlight shines through net curtains
casting paisley patterns on the wall.
Moving. Changing with the breeze,
their own picture show.
Talking about the big wide world.
Tales of the Galapagos.
Exploring Easter Island
and the Pyramids.
He knew the Orinoco and the Nile.
Wide eyed wonders she told
from borrowed library books
Eyes wide opened never closed.
Thirty years later she told him
She was his mother.
It made sense.
Martin Swords June 2002
Sunday, April 15, 2012
Martin Swords – Kathleen’s Child
“A Collection of Poems, and Things That Should Have Been Said..
By Martin Swords”
Greetings Friends, Poets and other enthusiasts, here I am back with something of an experiment. I work closely with a local Arts Group -Glendalough Arts Network – look it up.
I put together a series of Poems and Stories called Kathleen’s Child, about my growing up in Ireland.
I called it “Kathleen’s Child – a collection of Poems, and Things That Should Have Been Said. By Martin Swords.”
We then turned it into a video presentation using family photos and other pictures to bring it all alive.
I think it’s good, and it was well received when I presented it at the Arts Network’s Fireside Sessions. You don’t have to be Irish to get it – but it helps if you know something of Irish Life and changing times in Ireland.
So here it is, enjoy, and say Hello back
Perhaps it will inspire other Poets and Writers to record their views, memories and treasured recollections in this way for others to share.
What’s your secret ?
Secrets are a fact of life we all have them regardless of age, it might be something small like stealing apples from the orchard or it can be a painful secret that will be taken to the grave. Hidden chapters exist in all our lives. You will never read my book because its a secret. Fiona Larmon