Matt Mooney was born in Kilchreest ,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’. ‘Earth to Earth’ is the title of his latest collection (Galway Academic Press 2015). His poems have appeared in ‘Feasta’, ‘West 47′ , ‘First Cut’ ,The Applicant’, ‘The Kerryman’, ‘The Connaught Tribune’, ‘The Galway Review’ online, ‘Galway Review 3’ and ‘The Galway Advertiser’ (Peann agus Pár). He has read on Radio Kerry, at The Baffle Poetry Festival in Loughrea, The West Cork Literary Festival, The White House Pub, The Loft Venue Limerick ,The Forge at Gort Literary Festival and at Ó Bhéal in Cork.
Home for Christmas
In a country kitchen on that Christmas Day,
Heavy condensation on the window pane-
Hearing the sudden click of the small gate,
Someone saw him come and said his name.
His mother overseeing steaming saucepans
On the white Stanley range, her engine room,
Looks out in hope and then she saw her son
Firmly striding in the sloping path to home.
Her heart fills up with joy so warm and full,
Feeling that a wave from some distant ocean
Is sweeping her on to let him in, to greet him,
And to tearfully embrace the unexpected one.
Smelling roasting goose, he drinks hot soup
Talking farming talk, united with his father;
Slowly he melts into the man he was before
He took the boat to England with his brother.
He was glad he had made the journey West-
Like The Wise Men from the East had done.
Belonging here, he felt it even in his bones:
On a Christmas Day it was great to be home.