17 Jun 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Travelogue, 0 Comments

06/17 Cliffs of Moher, Clare Ireland

This world was filled with small narrow roads hidden by hedge groves, secluded lakes, isolated rivers, hills to climb and valleys to explore.  Tracking down a castle, graveyard or whatever we had earmarked on our map of antiquities was like our very own secret treasure hunt.  Then at the end of every one of these little adventures, we found ourselves staring again at a wonderful pint of local ale, in a small pub in the center of whatever it was the center of.  (more…)

17 Jun 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, 0 Comments

Poem 010 Do these eyes of mine

Do these eyes of mine, seek out in vain, is every single drop of rain, mine to embrace

The face of a child, with illusions of a world set apart, it’s not easy to trace, the lines of my heart

Piece by piece, they fall by my side, as the petals of a rose, slowly gives way to life, so must I