JGHeraghty | Poetry

I wrote this poem out of boredem. Honestly, I believed it was nothing more than sentences with no meaning.. Yet when I reviewed the poem, I realised it actually came from the centre of me. It may provoke a sense of a political nature, but despite my Irishness; I have no interest in politics or the government. Instead, the poem is about Sligo. In Irish, Sligo (Sligeach) means 'Shelly Place' , so that's where I got the name. It worked pretty well with the body of the poem, I believe. It's not my best one, but I'll let you be the judge of that. Shelly Place Too big to call it yours, Too small to compete. Not the wisdom from your mouth, Or the knowledge in your feet. Never yours nor never mine. Ours, together. The stones that had sat, old. The water's depth surround. It wasn't fame that we did need, Just organics on the ground. See, we are all the one, A family, you might say. Sheltered from the sun, but skies are never grey. The Shelly Pla...

I don't have much to say about this poem. I wrote it during the aftermath of hearing word of the devastating story that NASA publicly released on Thursday 6th of February 2014 . It takes an open mind to believe the story of the poem, but the horrific truth is that it is reality. I don't have any dedications for this one, of course. But I would like to add, I was devastated ... Andromeda's Star The horror that emerges from the tip of his tongue; Devastation: before our humanity had even begun. When prehistoric tigers roamed Pangaea still A civilization of intelligence, at their will; To meet a certain apocalyptic fate 80,000 years on, we were too late. A planet condemned to failure at once. Andromeda’s stars: awaiting a response. Too long to reveal the answers Kulakov neared; An intergalactic cry for help remained unheard. Devastation: igniting a world in one. Now, just a ball of fire. A doom upon. Never to know the fear they endured.. A lifetime already...

I'm not completely sure why I wrote this one, or when I wrote it. It was just one of those experimental type of poems. I tried to capture an image or a meaningful moment , and metaphoricalise the meaning as something more than just a moment, or memory, but a lifetime experience. Of course, it's not based on an experience I encountered, which is why I called it experimental . I can safely say, I still don't know how to cycle! 'Childhood' is commonly used as a metonymy of one of these experiences. When you revisit that day you first learned to cycle, the first thing that sits in your mind is 'childhood.' For that reason, I believe the title is well suited to the poem. Childhood From the door shut, You've known my name. Walk the path, You did the same. Grab the moment and start our bond Teach me now, forever fond. Hitch me up and come along Arm around arm, Our balance strong. Start over the road into the fast, The speed I'll go, is how far...