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The soft silence of a Winter’s Day

Friday, 2 March, 2018 0 Comments

Victor Hugo once said: “Winter changes into stone the water of heaven and the heart of man.” And while that may be true, all that is wintry is not necessarily cold and those wintertide winds often evoke warmth and memories of kindness. In this newly-composed poem, published exclusively on Rainy Day, Liam Murray of Lucan reflects on what lies beneath the drifts and beyond the icicles.

Musings on a Winter Day

Occasionally there is a soft silence,
On a Winter’s Day
Nature’s elements agree a moment’s truce
Unwanted sounds harmonise in silence
Tranquillity becomes the overriding presence

Nature stands still
We embrace the serenity of the moment
Like soundless snow flakes
Descending from the heavens
The landscape embracing each one.

Is there is such a thing as time?
We remember our yesterdays
So it’s not an illusion of nature
Yet closed eyes can feel an eternal presence
If the beating heart is ignored.

We see the flowers come and go
The flow of time seems real
Does all this happen in the eternal now?
That apparent change can occur within
A never changing present.

Liam Murray

Lucan Village


Winter reflection

Sunday, 29 January, 2017 0 Comments

“Are the evenings longer where you are?” she asked.
“There’s a brightness between the trees,” I replied.

Winter sky


Winter Trees

Wednesday, 4 January, 2017 0 Comments

Although he respected the work of T.S Eliot, William Carlos Williams was critical of Eliot’s highbrow style with its use of foreign languages and allusions to classical literature. Instead, Williams preferred colloquial American English.

Winter Trees

All the complicated details
of the attiring and
the disattiring are completed!
A liquid moon
moves gently among
the long branches.
Thus having prepared their buds
against a sure winter
the wise trees
stand sleeping in the cold.

William Carlos Williams (1883 – 1963)

Cullane winter


Fear no more the heat o’ the sun

Sunday, 28 July, 2013 0 Comments

Today, we’re being threatened with temperatures in the region of 40°C. Time to think cool thoughts of the past winter, when snow was general. Time, too, to think of Cymbeline by William Shakespeare, which is based on legends of the early Celtic King Cunobelinus. The most famous verse in the play is the funeral song […]

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It powders all the Wood

Sunday, 20 January, 2013 0 Comments

It sifts from Leaden Sieves — It powders all the Wood. It fills with Alabaster Wool The Wrinkles of the Road — It makes an Even Face Of Mountain, and of Plain — Unbroken Forehead from the East Unto the East again — It reaches to the Fence — It wraps it Rail by Rail […]

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Cold catch of the day

Sunday, 12 February, 2012

Catch of the day


Power is the ability to turn water molecules into ice

Sunday, 5 February, 2012

His breath was ice

“Outside the window, there slides past that unimaginable and deserted vastness where night is coming on, the sun declining in ghastly blood-streaked splendour like a public execution across, it would seem, half a continent, where live only bears and shooting stars and the wolves who lap congealing ice from water that holds within it the entire sky. All white with snow as if under dustsheets, as if laid away eternally as soon as brought back from the shop, never to be used or touched. Horrors! And, as on a cyclorama, this unnatural spectacle rolls past at twenty-odd miles an hour in a tidy frame of lace curtains only a little the worse for soot and drapes of a heavy velvet of dark, dusty blue.” Angela Carter, Nights at the Circus