Mervyn Cooke.

my poems and writing are from the heart , for the heart..

 Be  transported back to rural Ireland in the 60s,  Through the personal recollections of his youth, Mervyn will take you on a journey, through...

 “ the strong images of childhood and the natural world , Really imagine being there, experience the piece and stillness , be reduced to tears “

Through his childhood, through his loss, through his personal experience, share your hopes, share your dreams, shed your tears.

This is poetry for the soul, for the spirit, for that waking hour

Where you stare into the mirror, and find yourself.

We ate that day with grubby hands
Silken- floured

farls straight from the griddle
The earth our table, the sky our roof

The farmer’s wife rough-red and rude
Poured liquid from a billy can
Golden tea fired our bellies and strengthened our spines
As we stooped and skimmed and shook the soil
from those golden nuggets
Raped in the virgin furrow


At close of day we bumped along
Tired on the tail end of the tractor trailer
Grasping the crumpled, brown, ten-shilling note
Raced home with field laid bare
Nay not a backward glance
For we were kings for many a day

(Black  & White period photos accompany this journey)

 Blogs Include:

http://communicationbites.blogspot.com/

http://poetryinpubs.blogspot.com/

http://www.youtube.com/user/MegaMowen