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, The Galway Review. He has read at The Baffle Poetry Festival in Loughrea, The West Cork Literary Festival, The White House Pub, Limerick and The Forge at Gort Literary Festival.
The red sun has risen on the earth’s rim
Over the sands of Saudi Arabia,
Climbing through the clouds
As our Ethiad flight from Dublin
Draws near to Abu Dhabi,
Flying through flat white lands of fantasy,
Of fairy palaces-piled up fleecy cumuli;
And there was light, emerging, overflowing:
The day’s gold and silver coffers spilling,
Filling the cabin of our aeroplane
With a champagne for breakfast feeling;
The sleeping come alive down the aisles
In a sunflower show of heads,
Turning towards the eastern horizon.