My Mind Quickens



My mind quickens,

At the sight of the city,

But I am a spacer,

True and true.

Overthinking thinks nothing goes right,

Everyone asks are you ok. But that is the problem,

Why don’t you pour washing up liquid down my throat?

A hundred people ask are you ok?

And what if I don’t say yes?

The rushes and the flowers don’t ask stupid questions,

And they don’t kick you off if you say the wrong thing,

Hello caterpillar! I love you too.

I want everything! I want everyone to love me,

And none of this should happen.

You should not happen.

You have an ignorant mouth.

I am ok. I have passed the test.

But the flowers have no test.

Are you ok? Are you ok? Are you doing the right thing?

Spu you.

I’ll put you in a cage because that’s the only way you do the right thing.

Help me rocks. Help me grass. Help me clouds scurrying across the sky.

Take me away from the judgement.

Take me away from everything being ok.

I shall achieve. Do whatever you say.

I shall rub graffiti off the walls,

I shall sit for your dollar. To buy crap.

Going ok? Everything ok.

On the wrong track? In the wrong ripped up trousers. I am.

Everything revolves around sexuality.

Are you getting it?

I don’t buy this junk. The clouds is all I see. Even when they try to kill me.

Are you at this level? Are you getting cash? Can you throw cash at beggers?

All I want to be is a tramp. A tramp of love that doesn’t judge anyone.

Put anyone on a pedestal.

Caterpillar how are you? I love your empire.

Caterpillar that recognises no farmer. No owner.

No one to lick up to.

I am class. I am taller than you.

I whizz by faster than you.

With my kids. The only ones that get pushed forward.

I want mountain. I want freedom and sheep telling me I am a buchaill Maith.

This is for this that is for that so you get thrills every night.

I am higher. Higher than who? You!

You are scrum.

I am homeless. I am gone beyond help.

I put chlorine in my water up there.

Bye bye caterpillar. Go on your merry way. But don’t curse me caterpillar.

It is the lowly that inherit the earth.

Those who stay friendly to caterpillars.

I’m so big the trees don’t fall on me.

But you know, everyone dies. Everyone. The caterpillar knows that.

Everyone falls to the same level sometime. Everyone lives in the same house.

So don’t mind those clouds. Don’t mind the junkies.

How high am I? Higher than you.

But one last thing. Are you getting it? Are you really getting it?


–by Matthew Tubridy

Winter Wonderland



The joys of snow spread across the fields like an arctic blanket, crystal white like an ivory cloth.

I loved it when it snows as it has a real winters feeling.

When the dawn breaks there is a pastel hue in the sky, streaks of pink, blue, purple in the sky like a watercolor painting.

The minds eye visualizes a babbling brook, a trickling stream soon to become a gushing waterfall.

Icicles hang from the trees cold frozen stalactites that will snap sharply should you break them off, usually they are left to slowly melt, water dripping off the ends and on to the crystal encrusted grass below.

The horses in the field graze beneath this white flour, their hooves crunching in the gravel and turning the snow to slush beneath their sharp hooves.

Over head a dove calls softly looking for its other half.

Snow begins to fall again like a net curtain covering the land with white powder.

The wind picks up turning the snow into a white blizzard, stinging the face and blinding the eyes with its brilliance.

Little children play in the snow making snow angels and delighting in its white softness.

Some of the lake is frozen and gabbling ducks slip and slide over the ice, trying desperately to break the surface.

Some signs of life are emerging from the snow, a tiny snowdrop flower.

As the day passes the sun sets and the stars emerge.

They twinkle in the velvet black sky and accompany the harvest moon in the stillness of the night.

submitted by Eva Burke