|Matt Mooney was born in Kilchreest, Loughrea, Co. Galway. He has lived in Listowel since 1966. His first book of poetry ‘Droving’ was published in 2003 and this was followed in 2010 by ‘Falling Apples’. His poems have appeared in ‘Feasta’, ‘West 47′ , ‘First Cut’ ,The Applicant’, The Kerryman, The Connaught Tribune.|
I am a Bear
I am a bear
I’m only five).
You’re the tree
For the honey
Of your love.
Mother of mine.
You and your fiancé on Facebook
Wrapped up in the Irish tricolour,
Waving to us from Mount Everest.
The giant in your dream is calling
To conquer the Himalayan heights,
To climb to the unmelting snows.
Some men went and fell and froze
So close to their destined podium,
To be clasped by the cold oblivion.
Reaching up above and reaching in,
So many ways to give life meaning,
Climbing mountains or meditating.
In the end there’s little out of reach,
And the moon is not so far no more;
The soul can leave this tent of ours
And arrive at where it wants to be,
To ascend where it’s blinding white
In that world where eternity abides.