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A Little Boy in the Morning by Francis Ledwidge

A Little Boy in the Morning by Francis Ledwidge

  Francis Edward Ledwidge (19 August 1887 – 31 July 1917) was an Irish war poet and soldier from County Meath.[1] Sometimes known as the “poet of the blackbirds”, he was killed in action at the Battle of Passchendaele during World War I. – Wikipedia

Fine Nights by Alistair Graham

Fine Nights by Alistair Graham

Boyne Berries 21, Cover Design by Rory O’Sullivan   Fine Nights After Orhan Veli Kanik’s poem, Fine Days   These fine nights have been my making. On this kind of night I drink glass After glass of red wine. On this kind of night I inhale smoke From cigarette after cigarette. On this kind of night I eat Blue cheese with crackers and wash It all down, with yet more wine. On this kind of night I set sail In…

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Maeve O’Sullivan’s Kilmainham Gaol, December 1920

Maeve O’Sullivan’s Kilmainham Gaol, December 1920

Maeve O’Sullivan is a Dublin poet. Her villanelle Kilmainham Gaol, December 1920 appeared in Boyne Berries 22, The Ledwidge Issue in September 2017. She recently recorded this film and released it on youtube. The film tells the story of her maternal grandfather’s internment in Kilmainham Gaol. Dubliner Maeve O’Sullivan’s poetry and haiku have been widely published and anthologised. She is the author of four collections from Alba Publishing (UK): Initial Response (2011), Vocal Chords (2014),  A Train Hurtles West (2015) and the travel-themed Elsewhere (2017). Maeve is a founder…

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Tomorrow, we sow by Frances Browne

Tomorrow, we sow by Frances Browne

Tomorrow, we sow Job done, you pull hard on a fag. Outside, gulls pull worms from the fresh earth. In a smoke-clogged cab, you slope off to an elsewhere place. Your grandfather, solid behind the plough; his cob mare Bonny, head down, pulling for all she’s worth; gulls shaking up the quiet there too. ‘How quickly they come when the clay is turned’, the old man quips. Again, your mobile rings. ‘We’ll try again.’ she screams. ‘We’ll remortgage your precious…

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Boyne Berries Cover Design – Rory O’Sullivan

Boyne Berries Cover Design – Rory O’Sullivan

This is the cover design for Boyne Berries 1916 which was published to commemorate the centenary of the 1916 rising.  Boyne Berries is the bi-annual literary magazine of The Boyne Writers Group. Rory O’Sullivan is a member of the group, and a poet and artist. The scene below is an impression of The Yellow Steeple, Trim Co. Meath. In writing words and phrases from W.B. Yeats’ The Tower in the steeple body Rory demonstrates (though in this case physically and in…

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Orla Fay Reads Digital Shadow

Orla Fay Reads Digital Shadow

Orla Fay is the editor of Boyne Berries Magazine. Recently her work has appeared in Skylight 47, Crannóg Magazine, Honest Ulsterman, Quarryman, Crossways and Cyphers. She had a poem shortlisted in The Dermot Healy International Poetry Award in 2017. Digital Shadow was shortlisted in the Red Line Book Festival Poetry Competition 2017. She blogs at http://www.orlafay.blogspot.ie  

The Digital Age by Barbara Flood

The Digital Age by Barbara Flood

The Digital Age As I don’t embrace the digital age and now accept the fact that I am technologically challenged, I have no hesitation in fostering the great art of the written word in the form of the old-fashioned letter writing. This love of letter writing was rekindled for me when I discovered an old letter that my son wrote when he went to work in the US for a summer some time back.  The emotional joy and recapturing of…

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2 Poems by Frank Murphy

2 Poems by Frank Murphy

Forecast   I swear another age Of this reason Will see the end Of us,   The soothsayers will be there On the last night, Clutching a copy of Dead Certainty. The proofs outweighing The process they Condemned.   While the arbiters Of right and wrong Tie,   Their purse strings Around our necks On the promise Of a new order Witch Hunting.   And all you can hope for Is that they’ll burn Themselves out,   And you don’t…

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