The Knight of Pons and Lady Rem stand waiting in the shadows to fill the stage from dusk to dawn with un-invited fellows.
A stranger kissed me on the lips - perceiving no demur- consenting, it did startle me, my wife she did not stir.
Floating down against my cheek, tongue beneath a trance, one night to stand inside the fold of Jove's sweet scented chance.
Wayward twin and wilful friend on bridle paths you lead me, unwitting mark, recurring prey, for every line you feed me.
Free to spin, no reel, no spool, mayhem, Yeats and Shelley; the lights are dimmed, the show begins, old props and Botticelli
No mother's hand to stay this child, no father's frown to sober -saddled on uncounted sheep set off without a drover.
Taken to the precipice, helpless to the terror pleading for reality within a sweated collar.
Wake up and strike some spark of sense to luminate this raving! if this is sleep then where is rest? - beneath a daisy, waiting?
Will strangers kiss my mouth tonight? Will dead men make me sad? Will orchids grow on fairy trees above the road to Nadd?
When sun is up and night is done and birds sell cheep and cheeper Will greatness bless the daylight dream? Or prize some deeper sleeper?
(FinbarWright April 5th mmii)
THE MUSE
A muse sat down inside my head and made himself at home: he gathered up some choice grey cells And cooked himself a poem!
This entrée was so tasty, such spicy rhyme and zing, that once the muse reached full and stop; -he started off again!
The first it was a stirring tale of I can, you can, do! The heroes danced with flashing swords, -piercing evil through
The second was a lullaby of feathers soft and deep; amidst a verse where cherubs sang -the muse fell fast asleep!
((finbarwright/Nov.5th mm)
For more of Finbar's poetry see his personal website at Finbar Wright.com
"Beautiful Dreamer" with Colin McLean on guitar
September 27, 2007 / RTE Radio, Cork Studios
Finbar Wright Poetry Samplings
Finbar Wright has written poetry for several years now and has published a book of his work, "Private Friends". This slender red-covered volume is only available at his solo concerts.
The poems published here, with Mr. Wright's permission, are not in "Private Friends".
We gratefully acknowledge the generosity shown to us by Mr. Wright in granting his permission for this page to be produced.
Naomh Pádraig
See
A boy
A hillside
A flock of sheep
Just
Innocence
Inducted
In a dream
Then
The guide
The leader
The Island Saint
In
Unthinking
Universal
Un-quested acclaim
One soul
Timelessly
Touching
Three worlds:
Yesterday - Tomorrow - Today.
(Finbar Wright/xvii.iii.mmvii)
Love
Lucky are you if you find it, The jewel most precious of all.
Lucky are you if you keep it, Alert, at hand, and on call.
Lucky are you if it sparkles, And lights up the world’s chandelier.
Lucky are you if you share it, No rules, no terms, no fear.
Lucky are you if you feel it, Around and about where you are.
Lucky are you if your lips tell Nothing else matters by far.
Lucky are you if it smiles your way Forever on Valentine’s Day!
