Mood of the Month
I am an Irishman living in Maida Vale, London West 9, approaching
my 62nd year.
Like many of my fellow countrymen, and indeed many other ethnic
people, I often think of home. Home is where I was born and reared
and educated and went to work in my earlier years. Even though I
have spent 35 years in England, Ireland is at the core of my spiritual
being and its where I ramble in my imagination down ancient Dublin
street or quiet country road.
Every month or so I will record the mood of the moment through poem
or ballad or image or whatever. I will let the feeling rise and
shimmer and hopefully for a moment catch your attention and interest.
If you would like to join me in my contemplation feel free to contribute
your thoughts and feelings on any subject in whatever manner you
prefer and share the welcome of my page.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavement grey
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.
W B Yeats
Really gets the mood. I can be having a pint in a quiet London pub
but I am away to a Dublin hostelry, all wood and snugs with glistening
brass listening to the simmer and flow of the ould fellas.
