Matt Mooney – Two poems

809941_b_5927Matt 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.

Clúid

Báisteach ar dalladh de shíor ar an ród
Soir ón mBuailtín maidin roimh nóin;
Locháin uisce ag cur mé ar míthreoir,
Ceo mar chlúid ar na cnoic atá romham.
Ní mar atá dúthaigh gach solas is scáth
Tráth na fiúise deirge faoi bhláth
Áille na h-áille inniu ina dubh agus bán,
Na Triúr Deirféaracha mar mharbháin;
An Samhain ar ais mar mháistir cruálach-
Is í a chuir críoch le fómhar flaithiúlach.
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Coverlet

Rain ruining the way home
East of Buailtín near noon;
Steering clear of locháns,
With fog on the hills ahead.
No change of light and shade
Of the blood red fuchsia days
In colourful Corca Dhuibhne,
Now only in black and white-
The sun will paint the picture;
The Three Sisters look forlorn
As the rule of November runs
And ends the Indian summer.

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