Summer is in full swing and tourists bring a bit of buzz to the beach. There are kites in the air and paddle boarders on the water. Wild-swimmers wade through the shallows with orange inflatables. We slip away to where nature makes the only sound. The gentle lapping of waves, the chant of oystercatchers piping.
Wishing you all a happy Monday and a wonderful new week,
with love from Eivor, Pearl and Xenia xxx
Photographs by Xenia Tran, edited in lr.
We are deeply honoured and delighted that this poem features on Poetry Ireland’s Poet in Residence Blog for July 2021. A big thank you to Catherine Ann Cullen and Poetry Ireland for sharing my work in this way.
Walking through the glens and hills, we meet other walkers who love being here. The purity, the solitude, the wind moving through the pine. It’s as if their branches are opening wide to greet us with a warm welcome.
It is the day after the funeral of our much loved vet. The family asked anyone who wants to say goodbye to wear something blue.
The rains have stopped and the glen is full of bird song. It’s good to smell pine and freshly watered earth after the dry spell. A faint path is covered in paw prints from furry folk who walk here in the night. The more we journey here, the more we feel two worlds connecting.
linked lives ribbons of white bells glitter in the sun
Our Hoopa has been filling our home with music during lockdown and today he received his baglama saz, all the way from Istanbul. There is lots to sniff and discover.
The saz is played in many countries and the tradition is thousands of years old. It made its way from Persia via Azerbaijan, Anatolia, Istanbul, Bulgaria, Albania, Bosnia and Berlin to the rest of Europe and across the Atlantic and is played in the rest of Asia too.
People play the saz to accompany poems, songs and stories that are handed down from generation to generation. Ali Ulutaş, a musician, says the saz is a door of secrets. When people play it, listen to it, they get to know the essence within themselves and from that place, they can understand the other.
southern wind warm notes and harmonies fill the room