
Alice Maher, artist extraordinaire exhibited at the RHA last year in Dublin, the show was entitled, ‘The Night Garden‘ and it was an interesting evolution and development of her themes. I reviewed it elsewhere. A small book of meditations by Éilis Ní Dhuibhne and drawings by Maher were a part of that show.
Eternal Lines to Time
Mairfidh mo ainm go brách
.
Agus mo anam.
Ná bí ag ceapadh
Agus mo chloigeann ar phláta agat
Nach mbeidh mé ann de shíor
Chun tú a chrá, a ghrá.
Mairfidh mo línte
Ar feadh na síoraíochta.
Cén fáth eile
A bheinn ag scríobh?
Ach sin Rud nach nadmhaíonn éinne
Riamh.’
The images are beautiful, but I cannot find them on google. This is another short poem from the Night Garden book:
Leda Asks Zeus
‘What on earth made you think
I’d fancy a swan?
I just don’t get it.
You could turn yourself into anyone.
Brad Pitt, or Mr Darcy.
Heathcliffe.
Even…only slagging…
Maud Gonne.
But ohmygod
A big lump of a swan?
Like, why?
There’s something else I don’t get
or else
You are a goose, Zeus.
But never mind.
It may be afterall
That we are made for each other.’
The Night Garden, Drawings by Alice Maher, Meditations by Eilis Ní Dhuibhne.


