Sandymount Strand
In the furrowed sand
puddles fill the hollow spaces.
the tide slowly overtakes the strollers,
wandering out into the vast expanse
of Sandymount Strand.
I recall the time we sat in the car
near Sligo —
tossing Atlantic waves bamboozling us,
the sea circling our space,
the car sinking in the sliding sand.
Working at out art, we take risks,
move out into wider horizons
and flourish,
but the surrounding tide is waiting
and swallows our masterpieces.
Furry Bees Swarming
Cracked by winter frost
the old sealed chimney
tempts swarming bees
out of the wild flowers
to locate in the tight space.
Flying in with massive loads
of pollen over several months
they keep the Queen Bee happy.
As the narrow chimney swells
with honeycombs and time
comes for the colony to escape,
moving down the chimney, they
fill the kitchen, paper the walls,
carpet the floor, seal the windows
and cover the back of the door
with a warm brown fur.
The local beekeeper visits
wearing protective clothing.
He coaxes the Queen Bee
to enter the nucleus he takes along,
the swarm follows, allowing
light enter the cottage again,
he removes two buckets of honey
from a packed chimney, and feeds
it back to the bees busy in his hives.
Sacred Tree
I love to stand in the graveyard,
underneath the hanging branches
of the old palm tree —
its broad arms sheltering
headstones that inform us —
of lives who are now at peace
At funerals, I hide from showers
under the sprawling limbs
of this majestic icon —
where earth is dry, protected
from hailstones and hot sun : below
this sacred tree tranquility reigns.
Sandymount Strand, Furry Bees Swarming , and Sacred Tree are © Mary Guckian |
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One response to “Poems by Mary Guckian”
These poems are very evocative, love the depiction of the natural world.
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