On the 17th of December Colm Keegan, a writer, performance poet and creative writing teacher delivered a poetry workshop to our second year English students as a result of our winning best overall poetry in the Francis Ledwidge Competition last year.
Our students had an amazing day with each and every single student crafting their poem and participating in a poetry slam at the end of the session.
Here below is just a snapshot of some of the poems created on the day thanks to Colm.
It’s Christmas Day roughly five years ago
I ask my uncle to help build Lego
He says yes and helps me piece by piece
And everything fills with peace
We’re half way there and it falls apart
And he helps me build it again from the start
It’s been five hours and it’s finally put together
I wish he was still here to see it standing there
Proudly on the shelf where it’s always near
Memories like these keep those who are gone
The Old Fella
He hated the wind
But that didn’t stop him visiting.
He’d sit there
With his paddy cap.
Sneaking a fag
When the missus wasn’t looking.
I didn’t know,
…But I did…
Because he’s grandad.
He had to walk down the old lane-
Footsteps cutting through the silence,
We walked the enchanted way,
Branches knotted like hidden roots,
Distant birds sing faraway,
Then in the distant I spot,
With my eyes full of love and wonder,
That little string,
Once called a swing,
Hanging from the treetop,
No one could prepare me from the joy that day,
That we walked the enchanted way.
I sat down quietly on the lonely bench,
And tied the ribbons of my worn down shoes.
My hair was strictly pulled into a ballet bun,
Wore a dress of bold, royal blues.
And each move I took was full of grace,
Delicate steps that made me so brave.
The screaming, the crying, they were replaced,
With each twirl and leap my soul gave.
I looked around with a sudden pause,
The crowd started to make me feel small.
The silent was louder than my heart could scream,
Feeling like I wasn’t existent at all
The passion was a reminder of all that is gone,
Like she is, a hole in my heart.
And with her goes our precious times,
But nothing will tear us apart.
A lot To Me
There’s a smell of smokes
A taste of beer
Coming from those middle aged blokes
Trying to forget why they’re here
The concrete jungle
Ugly paint jobs
Cars spreading like fungal
Trying to avoid the mobs
This ugly scar
That tears me apart
Because I’ve loved you from the start
There’s beauty in everything
It can be hard to see
And even if you feel like nothing
You mean a lot to me
When people act like you’re invisible
When people act like you’re invisible,
But you’re as clear as a crystal.
When people lie to your face,
And think you don’t know the truth.
When you open up to someone,
And they stab you in the back.
When they give out and scream and shout,
And the next day she wants to come back.
But deep down I know,
She’s as fake as snow in the summer.
She sat at the piano, all straight and up right
The brooch of a wombat, clinging on for dear life
Hard boiled sweets that sat in the jar
The minute you pop one in your mouth you could smell them from afar
For the songs that she played are no longer there
And the sweets I cannot smell
As she lays in the box with the brooch on her top
Her body so small and so frail
Her smile will be always be in my mind
For she’s with me all of the time