A poem inspired by particle physics.

A touch can move a pencil from a desk and a hand from a rest. A touch can burn, cool and chill. A touch can move the hundreds of hairs, on your head, and a touch can knock 20 dominoes down, dead. You move your hand and the world shifts. Touch can build Cathedrals, cities,… Continue reading A poem inspired by particle physics.

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Today in a creative writing workshop we were asked to write a poem about one of our names, where it came from, what it means…

I chose my middle name, which is Eilish, Irish for Elizabeth. Here is the poem. Far away from green lands, with hunched hills and frozen waterfalls, over the short stretch of sea, between this place and that. Travelling through the day, to English soil and flat grounds. Where the green lands are grey and the… Continue reading Today in a creative writing workshop we were asked to write a poem about one of our names, where it came from, what it means…

Favourite Poems, No.2 – John Keats’ ‘Ode to a Nightingale’

My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains          My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains          One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot,          But being too happy in thine happiness,—                 That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees… Continue reading Favourite Poems, No.2 – John Keats’ ‘Ode to a Nightingale’

Favourite Poems, No.1 – William Blake ‘A Poison Tree’.

I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow. And I watered it in fears, Night and morning with my tears; And I sunned it with smiles, And with soft deceitful wiles. And it grew both… Continue reading Favourite Poems, No.1 – William Blake ‘A Poison Tree’.