Gorey Writers Group Poem

Our last meeting of the year was small in number but large in talent, and we managed to eat and drink our way through all the party food!

Here is a group poem written on the night:

The Well

Look into the well
deep into its light
look into the well
the light is flickering
in the darkness
look into the well
its drummaun or sheeraun
write it down
look into the well
hopes cradle in a precious flame
look into the well
deep into the well.

Aideen, Colm, Grace and Carol

Party Time at Gorey Writers

The last session of 2012 will be held on thursday 6 December 2012.

There will be cake and biscuits and whatever you bring yourself . . .

Carol will try and lead the unruly group!

Poems on Art

Some exciting news from Enniscorthy Castle ...


Enniscorthy Castle is adding an extra twist to the [National Art] exhibition by encouraging people to compose a piece of poetry to accompany each piece of art, and the most appropriate will be printed, mounted and displayed beside the relevant piece [when the exhibition visits Enniscorthy Castle this December].

This is a wonderful opportunity for anyone to compose a short poem and submit for inclusion with this exciting exhibition.

The catalogue of of art pieces is available for download from www.scalltamedia.com/elements/Elements-Catalogue.pdf.
Please review before composing your poem. It is 2M in size.

There are 40 pieces of art - 38 paintings and 2 sculptures.

Poems to be sent to Enniscorthy Castle (NOT SCALLTA MEDIA) via info@enniscorthycastle.ie by Monday, 26th November.

Gorey Writers read on Poetry Day

Congrats to all those who read on Poetry Day in Gorey Library. The evening was a great success
with many people coming to hear us read, and reading some of their own and their favourite poems.
Thanks to Gorey Library for the invitation and for the welcomed refreshments.

Did anyone take any picutres?

Launch of The Overture by Carol Boland

A big thank-you to the Gorey Writers

for their support for my first poetry book

The Overture.

                                      Carol

Gorey Writers reading as Cosmic Gardens WAF May 12

End of season round-up

The Gorey Writers have had a great year.

Our move to Gorey Library has given us a new momentum. The light and airy private room is the perfect meeting place for us, and we are grateful to Gorey County Council for its use. 

New members joined us throughout the year, and we now have approximately 16 active members who come to our lively fortnightly sessions: some  every session, others when they can.

This year we usually had 6 to 8 writers each session, with a different mix of writers each time. This makes for interesting discussions with the focus moving from poetry to short stories to plays, depending on the group.

We are now closed for the summer but will be back in September 2012.
Keep an eye on Facebook and this blog for starting date.

Gorey Writers in The Scaldy Detail 2011

Phelim and Carol at Scaldy Detail
launch in Enniscorthy library 5/1/12

 
Scaldy Detail 2011

The following poems by Gorey writers Phelim Kavanagh and Carol Boland have been included in The Scaldy Detail 2011 Anthology of New Writing from County Wexford :

Wave's in Eight's

Students surf on sea and neon

free of college parcel

and good counsel

take their coffee late

swap their morning juice

experiment with flavour

learn to coast

under the lifeguard's radar.

The fall comes, an ocean

gives away degrees,

back to the old school

formal swimming pools

caught in a ripcurl

class and timetables rule.

Phelim Kavanagh

The blue mountain

A spit of snow lies on Croghan’s face

jilted after the cold snap

that left parishes standing

like Miss Havisham in her mottled gown.

It needs snow to move snow, they say

so in expectation I watch for a battleship sky

to snag itself on the blue peak

scarred by chainsaw

damaged forests, promises

while below me 

the river Bann cuts

through reeds and

green willow as

I trace the line of its curve,

rush of shallows

silence of its deep

imagine how it feels to walk

over mud-raked copper fields

and slip into the naked water

step by step.

Back on the road again

I stand at an altered hedgerow

swollen with marigold gloves

broken bottles, crushed vows

gather them up for the tip.

Carol Boland