Sunday, 7 February 2016

The Female Selkie - Mag 305





















© Shers Gallagher 2016
I shall protect this lagoon to my death
and all the creatures of its depths
Each bug-eyed, big-mouthed monster with skeletal frame
and gelatinous flesh 
Every creepy crawly thing that claws and worms its way 
to my shores
I will protect them all from the predators
that skim across the water and wreck havoc 
on my strand
Then I shall shed seven tears into the sea 
and don my skin in a moonlight's gaze 
before joining them once again

Aisling Books / Magpie Tales

Monday, 1 February 2016

Weather Station - Mag 304




















©Shers Gallagher 2016

Shimmers of haloes
trembling grey across the sky.
Their lines gone underground
and travelling.
They're taking on the shapes of flying crows
that crosswire all the rain coming down
in windy winter-scapes.

Only the sun, moon and stars
are offering pocket-lights of peace.
I look at you and smile,
your smile meaning everything these days:
the solace of winter,
the taunting of spring. 
And then the rains fall,
too late for all the doubting of autumn
to take wing.

And so I wait for the circling of seasons
to take in precious vistas once again.
Their colours all-consuming 
with each breath of forest clearing
lingering all around.
Breathe in and breathe out,
each kiss of light and misty breath
is bringing on the rain. 

Aisling Books / Magpie Tales

Monday, 25 January 2016

In the Wings - Mag 303



















© Shers Gallagher 2016


Musicians are the last to leave
The whirling girls 
And magician's sleeve.
I'm the one lost 
In the wings
4-5-6, 4-5-6
And awaiting
Curtain call
Encore, encore!
Arpeggio, 
So brilliant now
I'm the one lost 
In the wings
4-5-6, 4-5-6
And awaiting
Curtain call
Encore, encore!
Waiting for
The whirling girls
And magician's sleeve
To fall.

Aisling Books / Magpie Tales

Monday, 18 January 2016

Fear of the Encroaching Unknown - Mag 302



















©
Shers Gallagher 2016
She fears the beast of the encroaching unknown
while turning within and challenging attitudes
that are encased in her mirrored reflection.
She has let in an influx of foreign change.
Baksheesh, baksheesh!

She now fears the pendulum swing,
ringing out the old and ringing in the new
like a plot to usurp a dying age with what's to come.
Today's usurping of antiquated predilections
will not diminish.
The swing grows stronger,
reaching out and vibrating into heaven
as hell oscillates in the taking.
Taking, taking! 

There is a strength in numbers revived
to march on the spilt tears of children -
our children - and their needs
are superseding the burden of giving.

What shall be done then?
What shall be done when the beast is sated
and begins to bite the hand that feeds?

Her mirror, now too heavy to hold, 
is set down. She looks away 
to rest up for another day
and face her fear of the encroaching unknown. 

Aisling Books / Magpie Tales

Tuesday, 12 January 2016

Ophelia knew what I did not... Mag 301





















© Shers Gallagher 2016
Ophelia knew what I did not...
that life is unhinged.
And everything in it whittles down,
down, down, down
to vain and worthless glory.

Ophelia knew what I did not...
that to enjoy love is a momentary thing,
and so is sanity.
Everything else is vanity,
vanity, vanity, vanity
in a broken stream of passing celebration.

Aisling Books / Magpie Tales

Monday, 4 January 2016

Charing Cross Road 1937: a moment's reflection - Mag 300




©Shers Gallagher 2016

A little less than 80 years ago….
Time was fraught with global uncertainty and utter anxiety.
But it was a near century of hope, shining strong and virtuous.
Juxtapose this against today's toxicity that doubts too many beginnings
before they are allowed their time to germinate and hatch. 
Thus, modern cynicism can easily squelch the good of living life,
calling it 'bad' in turn and time. 
And the 'good' of these days can be overlooked and branded 'boring'.
Still….
Our parents' THEN versus your and my NOW I would not want to live in,
not for all the advancements made in our millennial world, 
incredible as they all are.
Shouldn't we then teach ourselves not to lose the simple loveliness in just being?
Shouldn't we learn again to dance and sing, and to set aside time to splash in all the ‘puddle wonderfuls’ 
that we can grasp,
just as in the days of ‘84 Charing Cross Road’?
I don't know about you, 
but I would much prefer this than to remain in the lonely ME world of Selfie hedonism.

Aisling Books / Magpie Tales

Sunday, 29 November 2015

'Tis The Gift - Mag 296

©Shers Gallagher 2015
[based on 'The Simple Gift']














'Tis the gift to be complex
as well as to be simple and free.
'Tis the gift to colour how 
each one of us wants to live and be.
And when we are able to let all
be in their places just right
'twill be in a world of love and delight.
When true acceptance is gained
no one should ever have to bow or bend,
or of self and others
be ashamed.
To truly live and let live
will be a global community delight.
For by letting everyone live 
as they are and ought to be
is the only way
to come round right.
And when we find ourselves able 

and enlightened in such a light
'twill be in a world of love and delight.
As only in such a way
will we all truly come round right.

Simple Gifts with Yo-Yo Ma & Alison Kraus....

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fYi9Vr8bHJY&list=PL8_X9awbzf1NuWvY2UCJh1axE3LiKjMZk&index=4
Aisling Books / Magpie Tales