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Clare O'Reilly
Clare has had a poem published in the Sunday Tribune (Hennessy Literary Awards) and has come second in the Cecil Day Lewis Awards adult poetry. She is a primary school teacher (for her sins!) and teaches Senior Infant Girls (aged five-six years). She loves writing, particularly poetry, especially enjoys the Northern Irish poets, e.g. Paul Muldoon.
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Maynooth Castle by Clare
O'Reilly
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In the virtual past
I walk among the ghosts
Hand in hand jigsaw like
We invade the Keep
Making our move on the craft stall
Weaving carefully in and out
Avoiding collision or strife
We penetrate through the masses to the
Archery display - plastic arrows whiz by
Jostling onward we walk around the eastern wall
Gazing at the buttress
One corner turret remains and below it a display of fun
Inflated, luminous pink, glaring color in the sun -
the bouncy castle omitting screams of pleasure, laughter
And the gray walls witness our history
Traces of the vaulted medieval structures survive
Framing our plastic existence.
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