Poems & Musings – by Taba Dale

The Lizard Has the Last Word

The Lizard Has the Last Word

The Lizard Has the Last Word The long straight stretchis now the signalthat I’m almost homeafter the twisty roads To the westTroon Mountain looms largeto the eastis the hazy outlineof The Four...

First Maeve, Now Seamus

First Maeve, Now Seamus

First Maeve, Now Seamus First Maeve and now Seamus Their spirits have left this land that I still inhabit I cannot carry their mantle No, nay, never Just keep writing Give people a reason to read...

Goodbye Liscannor

Goodbye Liscannor

Goodbye Liscannor The brilliant sunshine has returned to bid me farewell Waves are lapping, not crashing as before. The mighty Atlantic takes on the deep blue of the sky Forms a sharp line to define...

March Moon

March Moon

March Moon March moon is rising higher and higher Clearing the clouds now blue, once on fire Giant and glowing The Way, it is showing This is east I am Luna A perfect ball Oh Fortuna! Full as can be...

The Wind

The Wind

The Wind it whistles around the windows and roars down the chimney the wind   it brutishly bends the bushes and defeats the gulls the wind   it chases the young hare into its meagre wet...

A Beautiful Place

A Beautiful Place

The cows meander to all four corners of their field throughout the day. One noisy machine breaks the quiet Another rumbles by to bale the hay.   A hare bounds in to nibble dandelions in the...