JGHeraghty | Poetry

Hello to who it may interest.. For a short time the site will be under maintenance, but don't worry, it won't effect those who visit the page. What it will do, however, is evoke questions such as "what is up with this one and her disordered fonts?" and all that.. It will look a tad odd, but only for a short time until I fix things up. Secondly, besides answering a question no one has asked yet.. I'll answer questions I have been asked, like "Joanne, do you actually still take the time to write poetry anymore?", or, "with the Leaving Cert, and all, where do you get the time to write extra..?" Firstly, I do still take the time to write, because I love writing. I could never just stop.. And secondly, like a dancer likes to practice dance moves and a footballer likes to practice skills, I like to practice my writing.. So, I dont see it as extra.. More like a hobby :) My favourite question was "Joanne, why do I have to wait until next mon

So.. I was walking up the road to my house a few days ago and the thought struck me. What if there is someone, just like me, who is as unrealistically keen about hearing about competition results as me. Who won? That's the question, buzzing around in my head when the result is due, any day, to the competition I have entered. So for those who are interested in the answer to "who won the Yeats' Poetry competition of 2014" for young people? which, unfortunately, cannot be found out from the internet (until now), it was me. Yes, for the second year in a row. I understand that makes me look a tad greedy and I almost feel guilty for not giving others, with the same talent, the chance to win, but I could never be happier. This year we were assigned the task of responding to Yeats' "An Irish Airman Foresees His Death." For the competition, the candidate had to take the perspective of a soldier and respond to the story of the poem. I thought, at first, that

This one's a little unusual. Ends are pretty sad, most of the time, but as I come to the end of my school years, I decided that I should close up all the loose ends. It was funny, considering I'm beginning my actual Leaving Certificate examinations tomorrow morning, to find a piece of work like this. I scanned through my personal account on the school computer a few months ago, and I moved everything off of the account and onto my USB key. It was brilliant to find a poem I had written in first year. My English teacher assigned the class the task of writing a poem for poetry day in 2010 . We had to work in pairs. I worked with a guy in my year called Darrell Leydon . As well as it being my first poem to co-author , it was my actual first poem to ever write . It's a little amateur , but hey, we all got to start somewhere, right? I didn't make ANY changes to the wording, or the punctuation... I'm posting it as it was written! A Sunny Day It was the middle of may