Reverie Re-Visited   Leave a comment

 

The machine shuddered down in front of me

A light went on that said TIME MACHINE

I entered in and looked at the array of buttons

To choose my destination.

I chose 7 year old self

Big field at primary school

Summer term 1963

I pressed the button and

Zoomed down on the

Great Green Expanse

There I was lying in the long grass

At the edge of the field

Facing upwards towards the blue sky

Listening to the grass-hoppers chirping

And the drone of planes

Feeling the heat of the sun

The touch of long grass

Surrounding me securely

Relishing the moment

Being fully in the present

“Remember how to do this

When you grow up

And  don’t get distracted by

The world and its worries,”

I whispered gently.

My younger me cocked my head

And nodded silently.

I went away smiling

Knowing my work was done.

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Posted April 7, 2017 by eileenmoynihan in Uncategorized

Going with the Flow   Leave a comment

The storm blew hard all night. The rain lashed out of the heavens. It rained all night and most of the next day. I thought it would never stop teeming. Eventually it did stop. I looked out the window from upstairs, and saw that the whole neighbourhood was flooded.

I rushed down three flights of stairs to the basement. Just as I had feared the basement was full of water from the overflowing street drains. Some boxes were floating around. I panicked when I saw my belongings, my family belongings, my memories being destroyed. I took off my shoes and waded into the cloudy liquid and started grabbing at boxes of precious objects that represented my whole life. It was hopeless. I didn’t know where to start. I started crying and screaming in despair. After a few minutes I realised that I had to do something if I wanted to save anything. So taking a deep breath I tried to think. What did I want to save? What was most important?

As I thought about my life and family I thought of all the photo albums and framed photos I had. Luckily the photos were in boxes up on shelves. But how was I going to get them down and safely across the rising fluid? I would have to get help. I made my way back to the basement steps. I didn’t want to open the door that led to the steps to the street, as the rainwater was already gushing under the door, so I went up to my front door.

I opened the front door. Paul Wynberg from across the street was brushing mud off his steps. I called his name. Paul stopped brushing and looked up.

“Could you help me please?” I pleaded plaintively.

“I need to get my photos out of the basement before they’re lost forever.” I smiled gratefully.

There and then he pulled off everything except his boxer shorts and braved the deluge.

“I hope you don’t catch something from the drains,” I gasped. But he was in the torrent and making his way across. I helped him up out of the murky flow and led him up to the front door.

“Wait there while I get you a towel,” I said. I went and grabbed an old towel. Paul wiped himself quickly.

“Thanks. I wouldn’t like to drip all over the house,” he laughed.

I led him down the steps to the basement and pointed to the boxes on the shelves. Without hesitation Paul entered the rising water. Dodging boxes and objects floating everywhere, he made his way to the shelves. Using his head and his hands he somehow managed to haul the first box of the shelf. Paul moved slowly back to me balancing the box precariously on his head, with his two hands trying to keep it in place. Between us we heaved it onto the steps and he went back to get 2 more boxes. Once we had all three boxes Paul helped me to carry them up to the next floor.

“You better have a shower after that,” I said practically, “and after that stay for a bite to eat and some wine.”

“Now that’s an offer I can’t refuse,” he grinned.

While he showered I looked in the mirror and tidied myself up. I opened one of the boxes and rummaged around for a certain photo. I found the framed photo and dusted it with a tea-towel. I placed it carefully on the kitchen table. Suddenly I spontaneously decided to go upstairs… the dinner could wait.

Sometime later when we came down to the kitchen Paul lifted up the photo of our wedding day many years ago and looked at me with the question in his eyes.

Posted March 23, 2017 by eileenmoynihan in Uncategorized

Road Trip   Leave a comment

 

 

Michelle, Tricia and Martina were off to a pop festival in the wilds of Kerry. Martina was driving as she was the only one who had passed her test. Their parents had hummed and hawed about them going, but with a long list of conditions, and assurances that the girls had enough money and ways of contacting home, they had reluctantly let them go. The three teenagers had known each other since they had started at St. Anthony’s in the ‘baby’ class. They didn’t even need to speak to know what each other was thinking.

They headed along the high narrow road over the mountains, screaming out of the window as they went through the tunnels. Sheep scattered as Martina honked the horn to move them from their comfortable position on the road. Now and again they pulled right over to let another vehicle pass them coming from the other direction. At those times they looked down at the deep valleys below, where there were oases of green amidst the blue-grey craggy rocks. By the time they had got to Kenmare they were in need of a coffee and a croissant. They pulled into a service station with a shop. They decided to eat inside at the few round tables provided for the customers.

At one of the tables sat a young guy with shoulder length brown hair. He turned to look at the girls as they sat down. Michelle noticed his blue-grey eyes, Tricia saw his dimples when he smiled and Martina was drawn to his style of shoes.

“He’s nice,” Michelle said nodding towards the guy.

“You bet,” Tricia said under her breathe.

“He certainly has good taste,” remarked Martina.

They all smiled at him as they sat down.

“We’ve no sugar on our table,” whispered Tricia to the others.

“But we don’t take sugar…” Martina said raising an eyebrow… “Ah I get your drift,” she continued as she eyed the sugar bowl on the guy’s table.

“Go on Tricia,” urged Michelle.

Tricia got up and casually went over to the neighbouring table.

“Could we borrow your sugar please?” she asked sweetly.

“Sure…maybe I could bring it over and join you,” he replied cheekily. “I’m Hector by the way.”

Hector picked up his chair and brought it over. The girls quickly moved around to make room for him. Tricia slowly put sugar in her coffee and stirred it in. She tried not to wince when she took a sip of the sickly sweet liquid. As they all sat chatting, it turned out that Hector was going to the pop festival too, but had been hitching there. Of course the girls insisted that he came with them.

Hector sat in the front passenger seat beside Martina, while the other two sat in the back. They were all chatting away quite happily, until about half a mile down the road they saw a figure standing at the roadside thumbing.

“Could you stop?” asked Hector with twinkly eyes and dimply smile. It’s my mate Luke from college.

“Okay…” Martina agreed and pulled over.

“Hi Luke! How’s it going?” said Hector. “Where are you going?”

“To Liss Valley Pop Festival,” replied Luke. “Are you going that way?”

“We are as a matter of fact,” volunteered Michelle from the back.

“Hop in here between us,” giggled Tricia. Martina threw her a glance.

Luke got in between Tricia and Michelle. He looked a bit like Ed Sheeran and was great craic.

 

Further along the road there was another guy hitching.

“Oh wow that’s our friend Matt!” declared Luke. “Would you be able to give him a spin too?”

“We don’t have room I’m afraid,” said Martina.

“I don’t mind sitting on someone’s lap,” offered Tricia.

“But it’s dangerous,” hissed Martina.

“Ah go on!” they all pleaded.

“Alright, but don’t tell Mam or Dad. They would kill me.”

So Matt bundled into the back, and Tricia sat on his lap. There was a whiff of drink off of Matt.

As they drove on, Tricia felt Matt’s hand creeping into a place it shouldn’t. She tried to pull away from him,

but he held her tight. Michelle noticed.

“Leave her alone!” she screamed at Matt, pulling at his arm. Luke restrained her.

“Are you jealous or something?” sneered Luke and tried to grab her breast.

Michelle struggled, and pushed up against the driver’s seat. This made Martina swerve.

“Take it easy,” said Hector in a low voice putting his hand on Martina’s knee.

Martina screeched to a halt. “Now get out all three of you!”

“Yeah, who’s going to make us? sneered Matt.

 

Just then a garda from the Traffic Corps knocked on the window. Martina had seen them in the mirror a

while back. She knew they took notice when she swerved. A telling off from the gards was the safer option.

Posted January 29, 2017 by eileenmoynihan in Uncategorized

Lost   Leave a comment

She has lost all her children

Doesn’t know if they’re dead or alive

Searches from room to room

To see if any survive

Gasping as she turns bodies over

In her deep distress

At the blood, dirt and dust

Covering the gory mess

In a room a neighbour’s son

Pleads for his mother

While dead in his arms

He nestles a baby brother

The woman and boy embrace

Crying out their pain

Together they try to trace

A face in the human remains

As they carefully pass

Motionless toddlers sit silently

With staring eyes of glass

Lost forever

Posted January 23, 2017 by eileenmoynihan in Uncategorized

Time for Resolutions   Leave a comment

I’m going to be slimmer, thinner

Healthier, wealthier

Brighter, lighter

Working, not shirking

A big success, not a mess

I promise myself every year

Without a sign of doubt and fear

 

I start off well

Feel really swell

Tick everything done

Take my place in the sun

Then things slip

I hit a blip

And alas I am undone

 

Should I swim or drown?

Get smart or play it down?

I can do this, YES I can

Am I a mouse or a wo-man?

Deep breath, start again

You will achieve. Amen

I am no-one’s clown

Posted January 12, 2017 by eileenmoynihan in Uncategorized

Christmas Story   Leave a comment

Tell of a Christmas story

A tale of love and glory

In a world badly forlorn

The birth of a new-born

Brings flickering hope and light

In the darkness of the night

 

A story of simplicity

A tale of tranquillity

Balm to the worried

Calm to the hurried

Making sense in the madness

And comfort in the sadness

 

Shepherds and kings

Angels with wings

Praise the holy birth

Proclaim peace on Earth

A poor carpenter’s family

Creating joy and harmony

 

Open up your heart

Accept an active part

With new eyes seek out

What Christmas is about

Spread joy and laughter

And magic ever after

Posted December 17, 2016 by eileenmoynihan in Uncategorized

Daddy’s Girl   Leave a comment

Jordan crouched down behind the sofa. He could hear the squeaky voice singing in a taunting way. He took a quick peep. The menacing being was dancing around in a jaunty circle, and seemed to be looking straight at him. Jordan quickly ducked down again. His whole body was shaking and his heart hammered in his chest. He was alone in the room and felt stuck. If he moved the thing might come after him, and if he stayed where he was the thing might discover him.

Then when things couldn’t get any worse, Jordan heard a metallic clash which continued in repetitive rhythm. This was followed by the beating of a drum taking up the pulse. Minute by minute a different noise was added to the throbbing din… whinnying, chatting, whistles, bangs and squeals. Jordan curled up into a ball and pressed the palms of his hands firmly over his ears. From somewhere far away he could hear a primeval scream.

Somebody was shaking him now.

“Daddy! Daddy! Come and play with me.”

Jordan opened his eyes slowly.

“Becky?”

His daughter Becky stood in front of the marching band of toys with a pout on her face.

“Play with me Daddy!” She demanded stamping her foot. All the toys stomped their feet or the equivalent as well.

“Make them stop Becky, please.”

“I will Daddy, just come with me.”

Becky stretched out her hand to Jordan, and then commanded the toys to stop.

 

Jordan’s wife Beth was shook to the core when she found Jordan lying in the open coffin holding Becky. Toys surrounded the coffin in military rows. Now Beth was totally alone.

 

 

Posted December 17, 2016 by eileenmoynihan in Uncategorized