Monday, April 28, 2008

Wicklow Writers presents Wicklow Hospital with a cheque for €400.




The money was raised through the sales of their spoken word CD, Voices from the Shore. Hospital staff were delighted with the gift and hope to buy some garden furniture so that the patients can enjoy the warm weather.

Wednesday, April 23, 2008

Wicklow Writers Schools Competition

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1st Poetry - Roslyn O'Carroll - Domincan College

2nd Poetry - Jonathan Flood - Abbey Community College

1st Short Story - Roslyn O'Carroll - Dominican College

2nd Short Story - Conor McCall - De La Salle College

Thursday, April 17, 2008

Poem by Martin Swords


Breakfast for One


Breakfasts were special.
Two plates.
Two eggs.
Together.
Cup and saucer.
Egg and spoon.
Salt and pepper.
In kindness people ask.
I cannot tell.
Nor wish to.
One plate is lonely.
The egg is spoiled.
No pepper.
I never liked it.
Only the salt is set.
Only the sharp taste.


Martin Swords
April 2008


copyright Martin Swords 2008

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Literary Competition Judges

The judges for the Wicklow Writers Literary Competition 2008 are
Carmen Cullen
Mary Gukian

Carmen Cullen will judge the short stories. Carmen is a poet and playwright. She lives in Bray, Co Wicklow and her publications include Class Acts, and Sky of Kites

Mary Gukian will judge the poetry section. Mary is a poet from Leitrim whose publications include Perfume of the Soil and The Road to Gowel.
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Tuesday, April 8, 2008

Poem by Martin Swords


sharp night in Glendalough

night air in Glendalough is sharp,
sharp frost is on the ground

the frozen puddles hold
the Dog Star shining down

the Green Road sparkles icy
cold stillyness the sound

from Derrybawn as streamlets
stand in icicles hung down

on Paddock Hill the ring of stones
four thousand years stood round

hoarfrost stubbles granite face
facing Camaderry’s mound

firm footprints of the furtive
deer trail shadows on the ground

breath clouds in the still night air
as each hilly step is bound

in homes of long gone foresters
windows flicker winter warmth

valley folk in their cosy cots
sit ruddy faced at fiery hearths

in this the place they love,
this mountain Glen
this magic mystic Glendalough
alive in the sharp night air


Martin Swords
Prompt Poems
“Love/Object”
Feb 2008


copyright Martin Swords 2008