Sounds of a country track
By Maria Wallace
The afternoon brims with
word sounds, with the spirit
of this place and hour.
On one side, sun-baked wild oats play
faint maraca music at wind’s whim;
on the other, canes whisper
by a dried up stream: thier speech
isn’t everyday talk: old mysteries resonate
in their reedy throats. Rain prayer
murmurs bounce from tree to tree.
Scurrying lizards’ feet
creak over dry grass.
Above the swallow’s chirping, cicadas
deafen the air. Bees hum
a pollen laden effort.
Dusty tracks under my feet; on them
lines shape themselves, fill
their own spaces, become afternoon.
My word sounds are those
of the ordinary;
this moment is not, and I hold it tight.
Maria Wallace was born in Catalonia and has been awarded many poetry prizes over the past 20 years. She has been published in anthologies, journals and newspapers around the world and is the founder of Virginia House Creative Writers Group (1996). She lives in Tallaght Co Dublin.
By Mervyn Ennis
Life’s a beaten track
We tenant this wondrous place
retracing forgotten footprints
through a tapestry of memories
threadbare on borrowed time
old woes and new joys
with fresh seasonal colours
in today’s yarns and patterns
Mervyn Ennis has an M. A. from University College Dublin in Social Work. He is married to Margaret and they have four adult children and three grandchildren.