Monday, December 31, 2012



I look back to the space 
Where your tired face once shone.
Cobalt eyes steeped in promise
Like the roses....since gone.

I think back to the space
When I first heard the voice.
Velvet bass spiked with heartbreak
Without rejoice.

I still dream of that space 
Where your heart bored through mine.
Sequinned soul stripped of passion
Reasoned crime!

Maureen Walsh - December 31st 2012



Christmas Strawberry Moment - Emma's birthday dinner - Lily-Mai's restaurant, Thomastown, Golden.

Want to share this song, which might be said to be about departure, just because I love it! My daughter Katy reminded me of that, as she sang it so simply, yet so beautifully at the fireside. Those and so many other Christmas strawberry moments are locked away in my mind's treasure chest and will be taken out and polished many times after she and Emma have departed for Canada and London once more! 

Ciao for now!

Tuesday, December 25, 2012


Well off to bed and still full. So full I don't think I shall be able to sleep. Santa brought me a collection of Morecambe and Wise; two very very funny English comedians. They would be of the same ilk as Tommy Cooper....daft, but I just love them. I bragged yesterday about my daughter Katy's baking prowess and so's not to leave out my daughter, Emma, I am sharing a you-tube link of her singing Danny Boy at a recent concert in Tipperary.

Oh God, I am so stuffed it's just not funny. Going to have to abstain from food tomorrow, and somebody....please hide those Lir chocolates....please!.Gaviscon here I come!

Ciao for now!

Monday, December 24, 2012


Just eaten two of these scrumptious mince pies with cream and a Lavazza coffee. Mmmmm.....delicious!!! Katy is a pastry cook par excellence! 

Ah well just going to get the donkey ready for the final last trek into Tipp, Golden, and Cashel. More people to see....more steamy kitchens to sit in with coffee and cigarette....more chin-wag and laughter!

Ciao for now!

Saturday, December 22, 2012


Christmas officially started for me today. My daughters, who flew in from London and Vancouver, Canada during the week joined myself and the youngsters from my group Class Act Theatre Productions to sing Christmas carols on the Main Street in Tipperary town for the Donkey Sanctuary in Liscarroll, Co. Cork. My talented bunch, who finished a run of ANNIE the Broadway Musical two weeks ago stopped passing cars, vans and trucks with their enthusiastic singing and expectant faces. Horns were blasting and drivers dug generously into their pockets to give, as the lights were on red. The children got a real buzz from that. The joy of singing Christmas carols was contagious as mums and grandmothers opted to stay, as did other passing Christmas people, who couldn't resist the temptation to burst into song.

There's something about singing carols at Christmas that is so uplifting, but when children are added to that mixture, we have snow on the Christmas tree; red berry on the holly, icing sugar on the mince pies, brandy on the Christmas pudding and baby Jesus in the manger. However, I do get slightly miffed when I hear people say that Christmas is really only a time for children. Of course to see the innocence of their little faces as they look out of the window in search of Santa and his reindeer before climbing into bed on Christmas Eve is pure magic, but surely Christmas is a time for the child that lives in the heart of us all no matter how many years we have lived or how many roads we have travelled. 

AND my Christmas cake has gone into the oven and should be ready around 4 am., and as my girls have gone partying and I'm taxi-driver whenever my phone rings, everything has worked out rather nicely. It has also given me an excuse to sit down and blog. I know, its late in the day to be throwing the cake into the oven, and my REAL cake buff friends are horrified and tell me that it needs weeks....months to mature and season. EVERY year I say I am going to be more organized and bake the cake in September, almond paste it in November, then ice it a few days before Christmas, but for some reason it never ever happens in spite of  all my best intentions. Shucks, I will be icing it on Christmas morning as usual. Maybe that should be one of my New Year resolutions. Having said that, and on my own behalf (one has to do that now and then), it seems to delight my gorging gang!

Ah well time to check on the cake and dip into the Quality Street for the chocolate caramels. Then I'll put the finishing touches to the wreath for the front door!! Still wishing it would snow though, or at least, that Jack Frost would pay us a visit!

Ciao for now!

Friday, December 21, 2012


Wishing all my friends and those who dip in and out of my thoughts, a very Happy Christmas and a Peaceful and Fruitful New Year!


Wipe your feet and just walk in
Everything's where it's always been.
Flames in the hearth, candles lit,
Pull over the chair where you always sit.

Take off your shoes, warm your toes,
There's love in your heart, the sparkle shows.
Making a wish as you close your eyes,
May it come true by early sunrise!

Maureen Walsh December 24th 2010 ©

Still one of my very favourite contemporary Christmas songs. Lyrics stand on their own as a piece of poetry.

A firm handshake, an arm around another, a hug, a kiss, a smile, and a kind word cost nothing. If they come from the heart.... there
is no greater gift!

Ciao for now!

Thursday, December 20, 2012


On my way home from Lisvernane school today after rehearsing the Nativity play for tonight's performance, I drove through the Glen of Aherlow towards Tipperary town. Passing the Hail Christ statue on my right, I turned to look at the Galtee Mountains lying to my left and gasped with absolute joy! In over thirty years of looking at and climbing the Galtees, I have NEVER seen them like this. I was mesmerized. Just wished I had a camera to capture the full 180 degree vista.

You'd have to be there really!

Ciao for now!



The ocean slammed the rocks....
They hadn't fished.
Would it always be like this?
Two heats, two paths, two streams
Squandering seagull's screams.
But storms are necessary aren't they....?
For the calm.

He slammed the door....
She hadn't finished.
Would it always be like this?
Two minds, two souls, two hearts
Two continents apart.
But storms are natural aren't they....?
For the calm. 

Maureen Walsh - December 2012

Ciao for now

Sunday, December 16, 2012



The hawthorn that flourished round the lilac tree.....

The swallow that returned for the Summer's spell.....

The blackbird that warbled on a thorny hedge.....

The pheasant that lamented  for the loss of his mate.....

The moonlight that burnished a charcoal grey roof.....!

The north wind that blistered an old worn out song.....

The field mouse that moved in to make babies and eat....

The north star that burgled the ink from the night....

The arrogance of wanting it to be just for....

Why do the robin and wren guest in your garden....?
Do they long to be close to YOU....?
Or the the apple!

A little blast from the past. The Carpenters performing Burt Bacharach's Close To You

Ciao for now!

Thursday, November 22, 2012


When you say nothing at all, doesn't always mean there is nothing to say. Just that disappointment, sadness and hopelessness have a way of paralysing vocal cords, freezing rationale and diminishing fervour.

I feel extremely disappointed by the disgustingly low electoral turn-out in the recent Children's Referendum; terribly saddened at the untimely death of Savita Halappanavar; and such a sense of hopelessness about the Israeli/Palestinian conflict.

Sometimes words are just not enough.........

Ciao for now

Wednesday, November 7, 2012



As we are fortunate enough to live in a democracy, the Government is permitting the people of this charitable nation the opportunity to vote for changes in the constitution, that will allow for legislation and greater protection for the most vulnerable in society....OUR CHILDREN!

How in God's name would anyone want to VOTE NO this coming Saturday? Who would be canvassing a NO VOTE? Well......THEY are out there! A friend of mine, who has been canvassing for a YES VOTE on behalf of the Fianna Fail party in Dublin, has been informed by some at the doorstep that PRIESTS have been urging a NO VOTE!

Now that makes my blood boil. How dare they? Even following their abhorrent serial abuse that spanned decades, the institution that they are a part of, forced the victims of their cruelty and humiliation to GROVEL for apologies and paltry financial compensation. They should keep their mouths firmly SHUT on this issue, and I will make no apologies for my views on this!!!

Another person, an intelligent man, said to me yesterday, that the whole St. James's hospital being the new site for the National Children's Hospital, was being used as a diversionary tactic by the Government, and that Ireland was increasingly becoming a NANNY STATE! We are talking about OUR BABIES....OUR CHILDREN..... Not new roads, pension schemes, back-to-work schemes......

Forget banks, recessions, re-possession of homes, tax increases etc etc etc

This is the most significant referendum for decades. Far more so, in my opinion, than previous referendums on abortion, contraception and divorce.




Ciao for now!

Wednesday, October 31, 2012



Smear on the green
And toss on the wig.
The witches are flying
On spoons made of twigs....

Set fire to the pile
Collected for weeks.
The goblins are skulking 
Neath floorboards that creak....

Light up the lanterns
Dressed in last year's wax.
The spiders are crawling 
Through crevice and crack....

Give a face to the pumpkin
Squint eyes and it breathes. 
The phantoms are feeding
On beetles and leaves....

The fire has died down now
For eyes filled with sand.
The fairies are dancing
In children's small hands.....

Maureen Walsh - October 31st 2012


A piece of music especially for Halloween:  Danse Macabre composed by French composer Saint Saens in 1874. Beautiful recording!


Ciao for now

Friday, October 26, 2012



Forget what Fifi says!
Not for one second 
Does your bum look big in this April,
You know she's only jealous.
She's looking at your completeness
You...... didn't submit April;
You didn't surrender to your fancies.
Let's face it, she's in bits now;
Heart open.....
Soul, laid bare.
She is dying slowly, yet surely,
Before she has truly loved.
And to what end?
For a whisper
Of relish and sweet;
For a smile 
Of roses and wine.
Be kind April.... she fades.
Encourage final flourish....
Her swan song in Venice,
Then muted by must.

April.....yes of course,
I could devour you!

Maureen Walsh - October 2012
(A little light relief)

Have been listening to the music of Gustav Mahler lately. Adore this piece that was used in the film Death in Venice, made in 1971, starring Dirk Bogarde and directed by Luchino Visconti, based on the novella Der Tod in Venedig written by German author Thomas Mann in 1912. It is called Adagietto, the exquisitely beautiful slow movement of his Fifth Symphony (1901) performed here by the Berlin Philharmonic Orchestra under the baton of Herbert Von Karajan.

Ciao for now!

Thursday, October 4, 2012


So...Fifty Shades of Grey!!! I was packing food into carrier bags at a supermarket in the UK, as a rather flustered, but cheerful cashier said to me in a giggly schoolgirl voice, 'I bet you were hoping to get your hands on that book, but it was swept off the shelves again after only 30 minutes!' She did mention the name of it, but I didn't catch it....Fifty Shades of Grey. But as the weeks passed, it seemed that every woman I met was talking about this book and men were self-consciously, but good-humouredly, cracking jokes about it. Anyway, I finally succumbed during a ferry crossing to the UK. I sat at a table looking out across the Irish Sea and noticed that two other women were reading the same book at the next table.

Yes, I gave into peer pressure, I'm afraid. In fairness, it is difficult not to feel curious about something that seems to have captured so many imaginations. I began to read, and trawled through the first fifty pages or so; as far as the first steaming sexual encounter, but I have to admit that I haven't re-visited it since. Actually, dare I say, I was bored. However, a friend, who stayed over last weekend, told me that she has read each book from the trilogy SEVEN times; that they're not just about SEX; they actually have a real story to tell. Her husband maintained, with a wide toothy grin, that 50 Shades has given her a new lease of life.

I guess I should go back and try again, but quite frankly I would much rather take Richard Strauss' (1864-1949) Beim Schlafengehen (trans. Going to Bed), to bed with me! Sheer ecstasy !!!

Please check out the recording below: Gundula Janowitz, perhaps the greatest singer of Strauss' Vier Letze Lieder. 

Sunday, September 16, 2012



My fingers, deceived by your promise of gold
Could be stroking, once more
A coffin'd father's waxy hands.
Firmer than his decaying temple
And not afraid, I peel back...tear down
The curtain of your shyness
Like a pepper grinder crushing,
And your body's smell attacks
Like a swarm of bees.
Undressed now in your virginity
Lusting fingers dig into 
Your warmth.....your juice.
You were taken
Mauled and tasted.....
Whether you wanted it.....
Or not. 

Maureen Walsh - September 2012

Russian composer - Sergei Prokofiev (1891-1953)

Link below: Prokofiev's Love for 3 Oranges

Ciao for now!

Wednesday, September 12, 2012


I'm not really a TV person, but I love movies and drama serials, such as Downton Abbey, (which, strangely enough, for its ilk, has proved to be enormously popular with the male of the human species.) Having just returned from a holiday in Crete and first day back at work, a night by the fire and a movie was just what my 'wound down too much' body and mind craved. Wasn't in the mood for blood and guts, sci-fi, horror or espionage (not my kind of thing at any time), but then I spotted Salmon Fishing in the Yemen, on the shelf of Xtravision, which is described on the cover as a light romantic comedy, starring Ewan McGregor, Emily Blunt and Kirsten Scott Thomas. I decided to take a chance on the movie, purely because of Ewan McGregor, whom I would align with terrific actors such as Gene Hackman, Jack Nicholson, Anthony Hopkins, Robert De Niro, Al Pacino, Sean Penn and a handful of others, who are rarely associated with poor movie-making.

Cast of Downton Abbey

(Heading into the 3rd season of the above. Adore Maggie Smith's acerbic wit. Will be interesting to witness how the arrival of American mother-in-law, Shirley MacLaine will impact upon such a frightfully English household.)

Snuggled up in front of the fire (Ireland is cold, when you've been in glorious Cretan sunshine for a while) and armed with chocolate and coffee, I watched this delightful movie directed by Lasse Hallstrom of Chocolat and Dear John fame. It couldn't be described as an action movie or a thriller, but the film did make some very valid points about having faith in what is possible, if you want it badly enough and for the right reasons, and that many of us are afraid to move outside of what we know; perhaps helping to trap us in the groove of  living to die, rather than dying to live. At one point, we observe Ewan McGregor reaching a sexual climax on top of a very, VERY missionary-positioned wife (definitely not along for the ride!), who says to her husband, while he is still afloat on an ebbing post-coital tide, 'Well that should keep you going for a while!' This scene is perhaps typical of many marriages, that once crackled with passion, in and outside of the bedroom. Comedy is supposedly constructed on observations of life and the subject of 'bored with life and therefore with each other couples' or couples who no longer communicate their desires, hopes and dreams to each other, provides vast supplies of rich fertile fodder for comedians. Nonetheless, no matter how often we hear that song, it is a sad and poignant one! Having said that, I laughed  often and thoroughly enjoyed the story-line, the performances and the cinematography.

Apparently, since this movie was released, the Yemen tourist board has been inundated with inquiries about salmon fishing. In reality, sea fishing is much more popular than salmon fishing in the Yemen.

Whether it is or is n't popular, Salmon Fishing in the Yemen is a breath of fresh air, and for me, at least....thought-provoking.

A short blog, but just wanted to share a lovely experience. Crete Part II next!. Off writing this weekend on a FAIRY FORT farm. Looking for inspiration in Borrisoleigh. Should be fun.

Ciao for now!

Saturday, September 1, 2012



This is all that remains
A box of spent breath
And when the dancing stopped
You bowed and then left.

I gathered my skirts
And after you sped
Last view of your coat tails
I curtsied too late.

Your coat wasn’t caught
On a nail at the door
It could have….it should have
I’ll see you no more.

This is all that remains
A box of minced songs
And when the singing stopped
You’re gone and I long.

Maureen Walsh - September 2012

Ciao for now!

Monday, August 27, 2012


In the above 1631 painting by Pietro Cortona, Anaias of Damascus is restoring the eyesight to Saul of Tarsus. Saul of Tarsus persecuted the disciples of Jesus Christ around the Jerusalem area and decided to move onto Damascus to perpetrate more of the same. However, somewhere along the road to Damascus, the resurrected Christ appeared to him in a blinding light and Saul was struck by blindness. After three days, Ananias of Damascus healed Saul's blindness and therein began Saul's conversion to Christianity. Saul changed his name to Paul and his life's path took another direction entirely. His writing about the life and teachings of Jesus Christ, and his missionary activities in and around the Mediterranean Basin, influenced communities to worship the God of Israel; relaxing or abandoning the Law of Moses, that had been previously relevant.

President Bashar al-Assad of Syria. Regional Secretary of the Arab Socialist Ba'ath Party

(Very telling body language!!!!)

Bashar al-Assad was not being groomed to take over from his father, President Hafez al-Assad. That was supposed to be the fate of Bashar's older brother, Bassel, who was killed unexpectedly in a car accident.
Bashar graduated from the medical school of the University of Damascus in 1988 and worked as a doctor in the Syrian army for four years before taking up postgraduate studies at the Western Eye Hospital in London, specialising in Opthalmology. Bashar was recalled to the Syrian Army in 1994 and the rest is history. When Bashar came to power in 2000, the Syrian people nicknamed him 'The Hope'! He has reportedly stashed 1.5 billion dollars throughout Russia, Hongkong and various other tax havens to avoid possible seizure.

Asma Assad - a British citizen of Syrian descent and wife of Bashar al-Assad

There are thousands of Middle East experts across this globe of ours and I am not one of them. However, I will say that I find it incredible that Assad appears to be more concerned with Syria's foreign policy than with his own domestic policies, and yes, he wouldn't be the only world leader or political writer to say that Israel's refusal to acknowledge the state of Palestine, is unethical and against all human right-minded people. Of course, it is necessary for any nation to look outwards, but surely a government's first obligation is to its own people, in the same way a medical doctor's is to his/her patient.

Following the horrible, horrible massacre of approx 200 children in Houla last May and the massacre of hundreds of so-called rebels in Daraya over the weekend, there can be no doubt that President's Bashar al-Assad's first obligation is to himself and staying in power at all costs and by any possible means.

The irony of this is that Bashar al-Assad graduated as a medical doctor and then went onto specialise in taking care of people's eyes !!!

Perhaps he should walk along the same road towards Damascus just as St Paul did all those centuries ago, as it would appear that President Assad is obviously blinded by greed and power. Any man or woman, that does not possess a genuine LOVE for his/her people, should NEVER be allowed to hold a position of leadership or power, and should be driven out. We live in hope of peace and democracy for the Syrian people.

Monday, August 20, 2012


Went swimming today for the first time in twelve months! I cannot believe how quickly the last year has flown. I was away on holidays in the Dingle Peninsula this time last year, swimming most days in a freezing, but deliciously cleansing Atlantic Ocean

It has been a crazy year, what with musical theatre productions, my father's illness, his subsequent death, and my younger daughter's relocation to Canada. Not normally given to routine, unless teaching or rehearsing, this year was filled with it for one reason or another, and with precious little time for luxuries like writing or exercising. Routines and watching the clock appear to make time pass more quickly. Having said that, I am terribly grateful, there never seems to be enough hours in the day and that I wake most mornings with a sense of wonder about what each new day will bring.

I've spent the last week decorating a spare bedroom, which faces south overlooking the garden and would love to put in some french doors to open out onto a decking that has a small table and two chairs with an abundance of trailing wisteria, roses and potted maples. My idea of heaven would be to put in coffee and tea machines, and then with the help of the french doors, and croissants....of course, I could breakfast on the terrace, without having to shuffle into the kitchen or meet or talk to another soul. Bliss. That solitary hour or so in the morning, which so seldom happens, nurtures a drifting, a floating into the day, and time seems to pass more slowly because of it. Anyway, back to the swimming.

In between coats of paint, I headed over to the pool in Dundrum Leisure Centre, part of  Dundrum House Hotel, which also boasts a beautiful golf course. The 50 metre pool is encased in glass, and looks out onto the extremely well-maintained golf course. At the deeper end of the pool, adjacent to steam and sauna rooms, there are several lush plants in blue pots, which persuade of the Mediterranean.

Walking through the foyer of the leisure club, I noticed there wasn't a soul in the pool, and so I changed into my swimsuit as quickly as possible, to have it all to myself, if only for a few minutes. Lowering myself into the water, I stretched out in front and pushed through the water with the curving outwards arm movements of the breaststroke with its customary leg movements akin to that of a frog. Boy did it feel good....did it feel sexy. So what has breaststroke got to do with sex? What has sex got to do with swimming?

The experts or 'sexperts' tell us sex is good for us; that a healthy sex life can add years to our lives and supposedly, helps to maintain a youthful appearance. I imagine the enjoyment of  sex is rooted in a sensual awareness, which involves the use of all five senses. If we open our eyes, our ears, our sense of smell and touch, and really talk to people, how can we NOT be sensual beings. If we can also strive to maintain an open heart and mind, and say 'yes' instead of 'no' more often and say: 'I'm not sure how I feel about that piece of music or that work of art, but I shall endeavour to understand what the composer or author is saying, by looking or listening again.' Surely, we need to be stretched and challenged as human beings, to find out exactly who we are. How exciting to eat different foods, to speak different languages, to read new maps, to listen to different bird calls, to smell different spices, flowers and plants. So 'yes' now to swimming.


It's all about the surge, the broadening and the stretch. The surging forward of the arms, followed by their broadening circular movements; the symmetry of the legs as they open outwards, together with the stretch from the tips of the fingers to the tips of the toes, can be compared to the welcoming embrace of a lover; when heart, mind, body and all the senses proclaim together an'YES'! 

I for one, am afraid to miss anything and remind myself to say 'yes' more. So what has swimming got to do with sex? Damned if I know! Hello....(just slapped my wrist!!!) 'YES' I do senses told me!

Ciao for now!

Wednesday, August 8, 2012


       Ireland's Olympic Gold Medal Hopeful - Katie Taylor

I was buying some tiles for a fireplace today, when two rather excited ladies came into the store and exclaimed to the man behind the counter, that Irish Olympic boxing hopeful Katie Taylor, had won her semi-final bout this afternoon against Tajikistan's Movzuna Chorieva. John, I think his name was, didn't appear to  reciprocate their excitement. Of course, that may not have necessarily signified a disinterest, because Katie wasn't male;  it might just be however, that he was concentrating on doing one thing at a time, since men aren't supposed to be good at multi-tasking. Naturally, I am delighted that Katie and Ireland are at least on for an Olympic silver medal. I just wish it was for another sport.

I have watched very little of the Olympic TV coverage, not because I'm disinterested, but I've just had other commitments. However, I had a houseful of men over the August bank holiday weekend, and whilst they were waiting to be fed and afterwards, the TV and the Olympics were switched on. They called me in to watch the fastest man on the planet, Jamaican runner, Bolt, win his amazing100 metres sprint final. I sat a while then, and a ladies boxing bout came on. This was my first time watching two women box each other, and as much as I believe in the equality of women, I cannot get my head around one woman boxing another woman in the face and around the head. I then watched a few minutes of a ladies soccer match between Canada and USA and there were headers flying into the goal all over the place, and whilst it was good to see an abundance of goal-scoring; it didn't feel natural either. I've been trying to figure out why these two sports, played by women on this occasion, but in particular, boxing, stands out from other sports enjoyed by both sexes. After all, I remember watching Cassius Clay (Mohammad Ali) causing a sensation in the world of boxing back in 1964, as he danced around the ring, before 'stinging like a bee', and knocking out reigning world heavy-weight champion Sonny Liston. I watched every fantastic Irish soccer game during the Italia 1990 World cup campaign with enormous relish. It was quite simply..... unforgettable. So why......???

I think its about OVERT AGGRESSION. The picture of Katie Taylor above is filled with it. The faces of the girls as they scored their goals the other night, were creased with it. Yes, I understand that to win sporting competitions, the individual male or female has to adopt an aggressive attitude towards their own training schedule and with huge personal sacrifices, in much the same way that a concert pianist does if he or she is playing with the Berlin Philharmonic Orchestra. Undoubtedly girls can be supremely aggressive in their catty remarks to one another, whereas boys appear to settle their disputes by shoving, punching or kicking each other. Putting aside the exceptions, that being at war with another country can force; women, of course, fight openly with each other sometimes late at night after too much to drink; 'legless' and shoe-less, and quite often  over a man, but I would suggest that for the most part, these episodes are not premeditated.

The whole country of Ireland will be behind Katie as she does what she does next.....against the Russian, Sofya Ochigava in the final. The wheel of aggression has already been set in motion with the bitchy, acerbic comments emanating from the Russian corner. Resorting to physical violence rather than a dialogue to settle a dispute is not good, but to walk into a ring, planning to box someone's head in, or punch out their lights, without knowing their opponent and no axe to grind, in the name of sport and light entertainment, is quite frankly barbaric and grotesque, whether male or female.

I have been known to enjoy watching two gals slipping and sliding around in the mud outside the saloon of an old Western or two, trying to land a right hook or tear each other's hair out; all for the heart of one sheriff or gun-slinging outlaw. Unladylike behaviour and violent ... but surely, an example of unpremeditated passion by the very least token.

Imagine the person, that a fighter of either sex faces in the ring, might actually be a friend under other circumstances. Crazy world, ain't it!

Ciao for now!

Friday, August 3, 2012



Can you not hear the ticking;
The frantic fingers clicking,
The stagnant seasons sticking,
The riddled rebels licking,
The banking blaggards tricking.....
Can you not hear?

Can you not feel the burning:
The sickened stomachs churning,
The tangled tempers turning,
The faithless fervour learning, 
The hollow heartless yearning,,,,,
Can you not feel?

Can you not see the writing:
The moistened matches lighting,
The bitter battles biting,
The lazy legals citing
The crippled churches fighting.....
Can you not see?

Can you not smell the roasting;
The rotten republic coasting,
The tinpot tipsters toasting,
The lying lectures boasting,
The missing masters ghosting......
Can you not smell?

Can you not speak the talking;
The battered billboard chalking, 
The wizened wisdom walking,
The nervous neighbour gawking
The heartfelt horror balking......
Can you not speak?

Maureen Walsh - August 2012

Ciao for now!