Ronán P. Berry
Shiny, blue and white and dusty -
a little ceramic horse drawn carriage
with two little coachmen, blue and white,
placed upon my granduncle’s mantlepiece,
As the adults babbled, I sat on the floor,
my grandmother, her brother and sisters
on the settee in front of the blazing winter fire,
kindling crackling under glowing coals.
Little Boy Blue, warm and lonesome
waiting for the carriage to take me
With eyes fixed
I swore I saw the driver wink my way,
little did I know that he would be mine in time.
One day he drove onto my mantlepiece
when that house of dreams changed hands
and all were gone, gone, gone away,
I don’t know where.
‘God only knows’, they used to say.
I hope they’re with Him, looking down,
and when my time draws near,
I hope the little carriage
will take me to meet them,
take me there.
Ronán P. Berry
Morning’s dew drops evaporate into the aether
to participate in the weekly seasonal task
of mowing the grass
A swaying sea of daisies
greet me among the green carpet
almost mocking, as if to say:
‘You can’t keep a good thing down’.
‘Just you wait and see’, I say and frown.
The ride-on engine splutters
declares it wants no part in this destruction,
it has no say - as I turn the wheels
it’s Hi-Ho Silver, Away!
Less Lone Ranger
more Panzer Commander,
ears muffled against the sound
as countless petalled heads
scatter on the breeze,
cut down in their prime.
Green speared warriors await the same fate.
I sit and admire like a conquistador
at whose hand a village burns
then lament for the savage deed done
for my innocent victims never hurt anyone.
Ronán P Berry is a native of County Wexford, Ireland. He has published poems in literary journals in Ireland and is also a renowned Irish traditional ballad singer. His first collection of poetry, ‘Kinsfolk’ is due to be published in the coming weeks. He is a second level teacher of English, History and RE at Wexford CBS Secondary School.