Wednesday, September 17, 2025

The Piper's call. Poems I have written #10

 

The Piper’s Call

(Planxty: Dublin 2005) 

 

The high note, held, stretching

the space above the drone;

like wind torn spray

as the great wave, darkening, builds;

wailing like the curve of the bay, 

lean as famine, leaning into 

the blurred percussion 

of Atlantic rollers, coming home  

across unfathomable depth,

to crash onto the present

this cargo of raw, wounded memory. 

 

Like a window blasted open,

the music admits the smell of rain

drumming on the shuttered house. 

Where the locals never learn to spell 

the migrant’s name, the dancers stamp and call,

while by the fire, whiskey and stories

blur in customary gestures.

Laughter and exuberance, suspended

without resolution, above 

a strained and ruined loneliness.



Written after listening to Liam O'Flynn playing solo at Planxty's concert in Dublin in 2005.

This poem originally published in Rough Spun to close Weave.

Details can be found at WWW.liamguilar.com

Tuesday, September 2, 2025

What I Learnt From Watching Television Archeology (Poems I've written #9)

 

What I Learnt From Watching Television Archeology

 

We've found another body! Cut

to cleavage shots of fine young animal:

bare shoulders, swinging breasts,

definitely female. Adult, young,

still fertile. On her knees, undressing

bones; the mouth gapes and the skull,

turned sideways, concentrates

upon the probing knife.

Fade in the expert to explain

what is revealed: age

in the worn tooth. A woman,

by her pelvis.  Cause of death?

A subject for some further tests.

Linger on the living now,

back in the ditch, tanned flesh,

strong legs .  We learn so much

about a culture from the way it treats a body.

The way it is displayed for viewing

reveals the truth of what is valued.



I used to watch a famous television program devoted to archaeology. This was the reason i stopped. 

The poem is taken from 'Rough Spun to Close Weave'.  Copies and other samples available from www.liamguilar.com