Poems for National Poetry Day 2014


Today is National Poetry Day 2014 and the theme for this year is REMEMBER.

Below are contributions from myself and Maureen Weldon.

In the following poem I remember a certain someone from long, long ago. I wrote ‘Rainy Dates’ wandering Talacre beach in North Wales and inscribed the first stanza in the sand with a razor shell as a pair of cormorants headed west beyond the lighthouse, low over waves burnished gold in the sunset…




Cats sprawl in the sun,

Kids throw snowballs in winter,

Your eyes haunt me still.


Rainy dates long ago,

Dry white and mandolin,

Steamy breath mingling.


Echoes of the anvil,

Victorian lamplight,

Hand in hand, alone.


Scents of the earth,

Spirits on the ether,

Our shadows in timeless flight.


A kiss beneath dripping boughs,

Your smile and words so simple:

“You’ve come home.”


Haiku inscribed in the sand,

Cormorants at sunset,

Dreamy blue eyes.


Paul Beech


Copyright © Paul Beech 2008

[Originally published on Airings, Autumn 2008]


Over to Maureen…


A couple of years ago I went on a workshop to this extraordinary place, a place never to be forgotten.



Yesterday was a walking day,

in a Welsh Valley – whispers

past an ice age.

‘Invited guests only,’ we were told.

Like sharing dreams

we wandered to the wetland

where teasel flowers live;

nesting boxes for sand martins;

big sandy cylinders on poles;

a sort of porch, an extension on the edge.


Yesterday was a walking day,

in the Welsh Valley.

‘Hush, hush’ World War Two:

the making of mustard gas,

bombs, and the nearly splitting of the atom.

Hush, hush bats live there now

in the high tower laboratory.


Yesterday was a walking day,

in that Welsh Valley.

It was Autumn.

Being so old, yet young,

the sun dipped and dyed

colours on the trees. Wind

made a slight rustle, round a sleeping Ash.

Yes the trees remember, remember.


Maureen Weldon


Copyright © Maureen Weldon

[First published Crannog Poetry Journal, Eire]

Until I was in my late twenties every Saint Patrick’s Day, we, my parents and close friends made for one of the beautiful strands by the wild Atlantic sea of County Cork.  This was a joyful event.



Tonight I should be dancing jigs and reels,

Proudly covering my head in shamrock;

Green, very green from head to foot;

And the deep dark porter carrying the cream.

‘Slainte. Cead Mile Failte.’


Far, far away I remember

On Saint Patrick’s day – picnics

In Ross Carbery, Ownahincha, Bantry bay.

Did the ghosts of my friends

Picnic there today?


Maureen Weldon


Copyright © Maureen Weldon

[First published New Hope International]


2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Lita
    Oct 05, 2014 @ 01:31:39

    I enjoyed reading all three. They all hold those little moments that we remember and eventually the memory becomes haunting in a way.


  2. Paul Beech
    Oct 06, 2014 @ 00:07:36

    Lita, welcome to Blaze Blog. So glad you liked our poems. National Poetry Day is our annual day for celebrating poetry here in the UK with poets and poetry lovers joining in through a wide range of happenings across the country. And this year’s theme gave us the opportunity to look back on things through poetry old and new.

    Very best wishes to you stateside,



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