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DÁNTA ón bhFuadar Filíóchta 2015

CÁRTA 7: staon, lack, crow, siar, mór, grime, greim, shook, sheer, more

Staon

Lack of food sends the bandy legged crow siar
Flitting to the football pitch
Where mórán pickings are sometimes found.
Aiming for a likely scrap
He shoots head first into the grimy goal net greim,
Loops tighten as he flutters for freedom, eyes blink, beak snaps
Shook, sheer exhaustion takes over.
He moves no more.
Staon.

MaryRose Bogan

á-b-c-d-é-f-g-h



CÁRTA 6 - rain, lá, law, grian, green

An lá seo

An lá seo bhí an ghrian sa spéir
thiomáin sí amach as an nGaeltacht.
Her thoughts went back to the English world again.

In her little green gluaisteán
she was a careful driver
but going into Tralee
she remembered the pub
where she had met him.

Tears may have flown.
Maybe she was distracted
when the puncture came
and she ended up in the ditch
near winter waterfalls that spray like rain.

The law was called
and they closed the road
while the fire brigade
cut her out of the car.

I suppose it was her lowest point.
Perhaps the thought of the kids
kept her going, and her good friends.

I know this is simple, but I like to think
that as the firemen were slicing metal
they cut away all the bad stuff from her life.

She is on the upward slope.
Sometimes we give her a hug.
It helps us too.

Joe Healy 2015

í-l-m-n-ó-p-r-s

CÁRTA 4: bó, crann, bréan, féar, plé

Aiséirí

Táim bréan de, a deir an .
Tá fuíollach féir romham ach caithfidh mé eirí as
Ach cad a n-íosfaidh bó na leath h-adhairce?
Chuaigh sí ag plé le lao agus tháinig sé chuici
Anois beidh aiséirí agam mar ghabhair agus
Íosfaidh mé crainn ina ionad!

Deabóra Ní Chathláin

t-ú-a-b-c-d-é-f

CÁRTA 5: scoil, sín, crom, múr, luid

Scáth Fós sa tSeanscoil

'Sín amach do lámh.'
A laethanta tomhaiste aici
i gcomhaireamh buillí ó shlat sailí
síneann sí a lámh roimpi
trí cheo

is cíonn sí
i dtitim na slaite
spré eití aingil os a comhair - arís.
Ródhéanach, arís.

I gcúinne na seomra ranga
na múrtha fuara uimpi
is gan oiread na luide aici
mar bhindealán dá lámha lascaithe
cromann sí ag gol.

Ceaití Ní Bheildiúin

g-h-í-l-m-n-ó-p

CÁRTA 6: skull, sheen, crumb, moor, lid

a dash

he slammed the bin lid '
brushed crumbs
from his jaw

a caw in the sky
drew his eye
out

he dashed
as the sheen
of the low winter sun
hit his windscreen
            wooed along the tar road
                                                      across moor

to skull a pint
      get jarred
before dark
could catch his impotent colour

Cathi Weldon