Pastoral

Where is the black cow
Whose unblinking pierced my yesterday,
Oblivious to weather, news,
A monument to lassitude?
Jesus, I’ve had it with cattle,
Their obsidian stares appraising me.
Smug, on glistening grass,
They flick contempt at my anger,
Shitting and pissing their secrets
As if nothing mattered but ease.

Sunlight

Mornings like this are shameless:
Flatter of sunlight outflanks cynicism,
Kind deceit takes my bad breath away
And I am forced to smile white teeth
At the blackmail in my letter box.

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Biography

Chef, Restaurateur, Writer. Author of two cookery books: The Drimcong Food Affair and Everyday Gourmet. Poetry published in several newspapers and magazines including The Examiner, Cape Argus, Nusight , Hibernia, The Cuirt Journal. Current Wild Food columnist with Wild Ireland Magazine. Contributor to Lyric fm Quiet Quarter.