Collection of Marian Quinlan Curtin's poems 

 

 

 

Christmas

The wilderness

A forest

Like I never before seen

Christmas trees dancing

Merrily

To the sound of jingle bells

A herd of reindeer

Munching on leaves and grasses

Two squirrels running around

With what looked like a sleigh

Am I dreaming?

Is what I am seeing true

Is it just a figment of my imagination?

Because it’s Christmastime

All across the nation

Santa Clause Is picking snowbells

The smell of Christmas pie

Mrs Clause is singing nearby

Do they know? I

s Christmas time at all

Snow is falling

Mistletoe and wine

O’ the holly bush

Where a robin stands

Singing

Away in a manger

No crib for a bed

A rainbow

Reaches the North Pole

Reflecting a picture of

The elves busy in Santa workshop

Making toys

For the girls and boys

A little bird

The wren

Carrying a silver star

Children making angels in the snow

A forest full of Christmas wonders

 

Marian Quinlan Curtin © 17/12/2016 21:06:48

 

OCTOBER

October is at an end

This year I am saying goodbye

To a friend

Because this year October

Was my friend

Day’s of sunshine

And little rain

The autumn leaves

Were at their best

With colours

Bright and yellow

Or crisp and brown

Red and green

Still to be seen

The sky

Was a delight to see

With colours

Of blue and white

And crimson red

A little bit of purple too

To make you feel better

If you were feeling a little blue

And each day

As the sun was going to sleep

The sky a touch of pink

And lilac too

To watch a sunrise

Or a sunset

The sky at night

When the moon

And stars are shining bright

Can guide you on the darkest night

A walk in a park

With ducks been fed

With the bread

The children carried

A trip around the fairy path

With fairies flying

Around from tree to tree

A pitch and put game

Going on

Grass been cut

So late this year

Trick and treaters

All dressed up In their wonderful gear

Halloween

At full swing Children saying

Trick or treat

Smell my feet

Please give me something

Nice to eat

This October

Was so full of fun

I think

October Is deserving of its rest

Because it gave us 

It’s very best

 

Marian Quinlan Curtin © 

31 Oct. 2016

 

My Village

Templetuohy

 

My village is my home

Where my heart flutters

When I pass through

Colours divine

To ones eyes

Mural on the side

Of a wall in the local school

Where laughter can be heard

On a dull winters day

The mural

Looking at nature

Vibrant and it takes you into its core

The church stands proudly

Down chapel lane

We all pass it on the way

To the GAA pitch

And when dropping the children

Of at school

The community hall

Where my parents danced way back

In another time and year

Fleadh Cheoil held there

Someone will

Remember the year

The local cemetery

Standing at the top

Looking beautiful

As the sun shines

At

Our Lady’s Grotto

A seat to sit

In quite reflection

At its end

As you head for Templemore

A park

The colours

Jump out at you

And makes you remember

Nature is beautiful

And to respect it

As you pass the

Medical centre

Look to your left

The churn reminds me

Of the many lifts to school

When a neighbour

Was taking milk to the creamery

All this wonder

Dose not happen on its own

It is the work

Of volunteers

And the people

Who live in Templetuohy

That all help

To make it a place

Of beauty called Home

 

Marian Quinlan Curtin ©

Wednesday, 23 July 2016

 

 

A Serenade

 

A serenade

Of wonder

ust outside my bedroom window

It’s the crack of dawn

A dawn chorus

Of the many birds

Around our home

I raise my head

To greet a new day

Thankful to have it

There is beauty

In every moment J

ust look for it

My first cup of coffee

To wake me up

O the beauty

Of this morning

A soft rain falling

Its July twenty sixteen

Everything looks

Alive and greener

It’s the soft rain

Doing my garden good

Looking at the Devil Bit Mountain

Out my dining room window

Is like looking at a patchwork quilt

Fields green and brown

A tractor to be seen

Busy spreading slurry

Hay been cut

For winter fodder

For the cattle

Our three dogs Daisy, Lily and Louie

Waiting for me at the back door

Looking forward to their morning walk

Rain has stopped now

The sky is blue

With a touch of grey

I am thinking It will make

A wonderful day

 

Marian Quinlan Curtin © 22 June 2016

 

WAY BACK

One hundred

Years ago

They stood

Side by side

To fight

For freedom

They raised the flag

High

Up above

The General Post Office

Dublin

 

 Padraig Pearse,

Read

The Proclamation

Of the Irish Republic

For the people of Ireland

 

Words and Ideals

They pondered

Long and hard

To create

A lasting legacy

Those words and Ideals

Are still valued

One hundred years on 

 

Dust and smoke

The sound of gun fire

Rang out

Over many parts of Dublin

Many arrested

And some paid

The ultimate price

They gave their lives

In that week in May

Nineteen sixteen

When they were shot

By firing squid

 

One hundred years on

We stand here

In respect

And remember 

All who gave their lives?

And all who suffered

On all sides

In the years that followed

For the freedom

We enjoy today

 

Our Island of Ireland

Is diverse now

In many ways

Its people 

Can cross borders

In many parts of the world

 

As the tri colour

Of Green White and Gold

Flutters above us

As we sing

Amhrán na bhFiann

The Soldiers song

 

Let us remember

All gone before us

That worked so hard

To give us

The freedom

We enjoy today 

 

May their names

Be echoed

For evermore

May they rest in peace?

In the soil

Of their beloved Ireland

 

Marian Quinlan Curtin©

26/01/2016 

 

A Spring Poem

 

As the forest path

Lay out before me

A crossroad in my day

Asking myself

Do I go left, right?

Or forward

Or return to my beginnings

I stand in reflection

And ask myself some questions

The smell of forest pine

Devine I close my eyes

I can hear a child crying

When the world

Throws a curve ball

And it shocks

You through and through

Take a second

Take a deep breath

And hold

Now breathe out

Look around

Ground weeping

Continues rain

Sky as grey

As a sand quarry

Chill in the air

Spring is suppose

To have arrived

Windswept cold

Icy ground

Hard to walk around

Winter chill Wind into ones bones

Storm clouds gather

Sky dark with

A slight touch of grey

Gray like my mood

Birds singing

As if the weather should

Be in a better mood

Sky coloured blue

Blue like the ocean

In a far off land

In a sunny place

Feet roasting By a blazing fire

One is warm

Because in ones mind

One can dream

I am standing

Thinking

Spring has come

But spring has yet to arrive

 

Marian Quinlan Curtin 

© 3/24/2018 

For rememberance sunday 11/1/2017

 

REMEMBER

Just stop a see 

The poppy grow 

Its colour 

Bloody red 

Just stop 

For that moment 

And think of all 

The dead 

Men from many nations 

Went to save the day 

They gave us our tomorrow 

But they lost their today 

 

Bow your heads a moment 

And think of them today 

They went into battle 

They marched on 

And some sang this song 

It a long way to Tipperary 

To the battle call 

 

The battle fields were muddy 

The noise were loud and shrill 

As comrades they lost buddies 

As the guns 

Were never still 

Just stop for a moment 

And remember 

All who died 

Remember all their loved ones 

Who were at homes and cried 

 

On the field of battle 

They gave their lives 

In nineteen and fourteen 

And it just continues on 

Till nineteen and eighteen 

On the eleventh day 

Of the eleventh month 

At the eleventh hour 

All the guns were still 

So many lost 

O’ what a cost 

For now my mine is still 

 

Every year 

We pay respect 

And remember all who died 

 

All who survived 

Remembered 

All their comrades who had died

Now we must continue 

To stop reflect 

And remember 

That they gave us our today 

 

I will wear my poppy 

With its colour bloody red 

And I will stop 

For a moment 

To remember 

All the dead 

In my minds eye 

Grave stone 

After grave stone 

Row after row 

In far away places 

Where they died in battle 

So long ago 

 

Marian Quinlan Curtin

 © November 2017


 

BE SAFE STAY HOME

 

I love you

On this day

When you may be alone

Lost in your own thoughts

Afraid of the moment

The moment

We all fear

Coronavirus

Covid-19

Spreading across

The world unseen

We cannot see it

Only its effect

On our fragile world

In its many cultures

To battle it

Our medical workers

In all roles

From the cleaners, carers

To the highest doctors

In all the lands

It has hit like dust

Across the world

Our role is simple be safe

In our love and kindness

Our sadness and sorrow

Our ability

To stand together

Even though

We are told to be apart

Anxiety

Go do something else

To freshen the soul

You know in our time of high anxiety

The mind is full of worry

But the soul needs nourishment

And quite time

This is where love is most powerful

By being safe

We are in a storm

How long the storm

Will last

Is in our hands

By doing

What is asked of us

We will reach calm waters

Sending our love

Across the world

We are strong

We will carry through the storm

With our hearts as one

All over the world

 

Marian Quinlan Curtin©

Templetuohy Thurles Co Tipperary

29.03.2020

 

 

NOW

Now is the moment

And what a wonderful moment

Now is

A Cloud looking

Like a dragon

In the sky

Soft rain falling

As we Irish say

Even if it’s a downpour

I am smiling to myself

At this image

On this soft October day

As the autumn leaves

Are now falling

It gives me time

To reflect

On my life

Watching the birds feeding

On the window ledge

I love autumn

With its copper leaves falling

And the birds

Many different finches

A loan robin in the mix

A slight chill

Bring me out of my summer wonder In a season

Of the year

Where nature takes Its winter res

A time where I renew my family history

On long winter evenings

Excitement when a family link is found

I must confess

I am turning into Sherlock Holmes

Ha I am starting my saving jar

For our next Curtin Clan Gathering

Are you

Thinking time flies

But I must say I live in the now

But it’s ok to plan

My plan at this moment

Of now Is a nice cup of coffee

I am telling myself

A slice of currant cake

Will be ok

On this I will say

Slán go fóill

Goodbye for now

 

Marian Quinlan Curtin© Templetuohy 6:21:29 pm

 

 

Magic

 

There a colourful rainbow

Spread across the sky

Its colours of beauty

Divine to ones eyes

I am standing

Here wondering

If there a

Pot of Gold at the end

I am wondering

Just wondering

If the leprechaun

Is my friend

The sun it is shining

The colour of gold

The wind it is blowing

To keep the air cool

The birds they are singing

Their songs full of spring

I am standing here thinking

This is my pot of gold to began

The dogs they are barking

The cows in the field

The farmers are busy

Bringing home their winter yield

The sun is still shining

To gladden ones heart

The beauty of nature Is

God's from the start

The swallows are building

The primrose in bloom

The daisies are standing

Looking up at the moon

A light breeze is blowing

As I say goodnight

Thanking the lord

For this day full of delight

The fairies are dancing

Around the ring fort

As magic just happens

At dusk of the day

As I close my door

And bid them goodnight

My heart it is skipping

With the magic

Of natures delight

 

Marian Quinlan Curtin© Templetuohy Monday, 06 May 2019

 

CHRISTMAS MEMORIES

 

I close my eyes to picture

Christmas long ago

When as a child

And made angles in the snow

I can hear my father laughter

I can see the picture

Baking Christmas cake

The songs of long ago

Had pride and place

That stood the battery radio

Made of cardboard

That would be folded with care

And put away for the next Christmas

The chatter of my brothers and sisters

As we all took turns

To get heat from the

Stanley range

Simpler times

Simple memories

No electricity in our home

No modern technology

My trip back in time

On this dry November day

Looking forward to this Christmas

Eating the red berries on my holly bush

For the children in our locality

In another country

The Christmas gift of giving is alive and well

It is wonderful to stop

To remember so many Christmases

With so many happy memories

May you Christmas be blessed

May your gifts

Be the gift of love

And the gift of giving

Your listening ear

Your kindness and understanding

But remember those who has less

A minute of your time

Is the most precious gift of all

Have a wonderful and safe Christmas

May twenty and nineteen

Be full of simple blessings

And joy.

I built snowmen

She was singing

The Christmas crib

It was a crib

The smell of plum pudding divine

In our cottage kitchen

Brings joy to me

In twenty and eighteen

I just finished filling

To send to a child far away

Through the years

In so many way

Giving of your time

May your table be full

Those who may be lonely

I hope Santa is good to you all

And yes some sad

And in my mind

Of my mother

Above the shelf

No phones

As I look out

The garden birds busy

A shoe box

As this winter day passes


Marian Quinlan Curtin 
Templetuohy 
© 11/24/2018 

 

 

Opening of the Gathering in Macroom, July 2013

The Time

The time has come 

To meet with family 

The time has come 

To renew friendships 

The time has come 

To make new friends 

The time has come 

For a great weekend

The time has come 

To learn about history 

And also about Our D.N.A.

Some will visit 

To see my Island

 And to visit friends 

They made 

Along the way

Some will make a trip 

To Rochchapel, Knocknafourtig 

And take a drive 

To Meelin too

And go across the border to Kerry 

Because family roots 

In Brosna too 

Some will stop for a coffee in Limerick 

To call on family 

In Templeglantine: 

A trip to Clare

More family roots 

And another visit is a must

Take a trip around 

The ring of Kerry 

Another to the cliffs of 

Mother Rock of Cashel 

And Holy Cross Abbey 

If some have time 

A trip to Moneygall I

n County Offaly 

Where Present Obama 

Made a visit 

Had a Guinness

While you are a visitor 

To my Island of green

Learn to dance

 A bit of fishing 

Plenty of lovely 

River banks 

To be sitting

So the 26th 27 and 28th 

Of July twenty and thirteen 

The Castle hotel In Macroom

Is the place to be

Now let me see 

If nothing at all

You will have the pleasure

Of meeting Curtin family 

Making new friends 

With this thought 

This poem I will end.

Marian Quinlan Curtin

© Tipperary, July 2013

 

 

As I look Out the Window

As I look out the window and see,
God’s beautiful sunshine-
Shining in on me.
I look up at the sky what do I see
A fluffy white cloud
After a long winter of rain,
I am glad the good weather has come at last.
As I sit here I see a lovely sight,
A little bird is busy collecting to make her nest,
She is trying to make it a masterpiece.
The buds are coming on the trees.
It’s nice to see the trees blowing in the breeze.
I am sitting here, thanking God for what he has given me,
A beautiful garden
For me to see.
I go for a walk in the meadow nearby,
There are lovely sounds
For me to hear
As I walk by.
A cow is mooing in a field nearby.
In the distance I hear the new born lambs
The farmer is busy spreading slurry
In a field across the road
The sound of a plane
High up in the sky
There is a tree beside the house;
The crows are making a lot of noise.
The sound of children playing in a yard nearby,
Time is just flying by.
I can smell the fresh grass from the house next door.
A donkey and cart just passed,
It’s a wonder to see,
Nowadays you don’t see too many of does
I think I will put down my pen,
I better cook the dinner

Before the Hubby come in

Marian Quinlan Curtin

© Copyright May 2014

 

 

Picture Postcard

A Christmas scene
On a postcard
Lightens my mood
Snow cover hedgerows
A lone holly bush
With red berries
Standing in the middle of
A suburban garden
A robin standing still
Watching and waiting
By the back door
For left over crumbs
From some ones breakfast

People rushing
To a fro
To catch the bus
Into the city
For last minute shopping
A busker singing
Christmas time
Mistletoe and wine
On Grafton Street

Brings me back 
To another time
In my memory
Back in the late sixties
With our mum
Shopping for our
Younger sister and brothers
Happy times
In a different Dublin
Then it is now

Coming back to reality

To this day 
When a picture postcard
Gave me a feeling
Of another Christmas
Way back 
In my memory


Marian Quinlan Curtin©
 copyright 28/10/2014 

Spring 2016

Daffodils dancing
Smiling
Sun beaming
In my dining room window
Birds chirping
All very busy
Because its spring

Yes spring has arrived
But the spring weather
Has not

We are still
In seasons of winter storms
My bluebells
Hiding
Reluctant to come out

My time clock
Is still in winter time
After Easter Sundays
Time change

We here on
Our beautiful
Island of Ireland
Are celebrating
Our people that died
One hundred years ago
For the wonderful freedom
We enjoy today

Through our music
Dance and culture
We are honouring them
And as a people looking forward
To the next decade
We must never forger
The wonderful

Women Children and Men
That on that Easter Sunday
One hundred years ago
Stood side by side
In the hope of a better future

Our proclamation
Written way back then
Give freedom and rights to everyone
On our Island

So spring
Is a time
We so often look back
Remember
And look forward to new life
New growth
And new begging’s
May the joy
Of seeing a beautiful flower
Smiling
On a bitter cold Irish day
Make you smile
Happy spring


Marian Quinlan Curtin



 Forever Sleep


Twenty- fifteen
Almost time
For a forever sleep
To stand
In the pages
Of history
To be
Every so often
Taken out
An analyzed
By history buffs

Was it a good year?
Or a bad one
Was it like other years?
Or better

Each reader
Has to decide
What
About the year
About to go into its
Forever sleep
Was important to them

My year
Was mixed
With wonderful events
With sadness
With joy in everyday
Be it good or bad
Because
As is life
It has it treasures
Its joys
Its sorrows
And for some
Its tomorrows
Not for all
Sadly

But looking back
My year
Over all
Was brilliant

As the year
Closes its eyes
Our beautiful
Island of Ireland
Is under water
Storm after storm
Since November
Nature
Angry and crying
But
We Irish
Are resilient
In our outlook
On everything
As I say
Slán
To Twenty-fifteen
Looking forward
To
A new year
With
Anticipation
In the joy of living
And celebrating
Each day of
Twenty - Sixteen
Happy New Year


Marian Quinlan Curtin ©
30/12/2015



Cold November day

 Wind and rain
 Falling
Like a waterfall
 Umbrellas
Turning inside out
There of no help at all
 And the rain is still falling
Like a waterfall
But there is a certain beauty
A certain beauty
To it all

A sharp wind
 Blowing
From north to south

It is defiantly
Not a day
 For any person to be out

 The turf fire
Looks inviting
With a cup of tea
Home made
Brown bread
Spread with jam

A good book to read
A love story
Or a thriller
 Will it matter
Electric lights
On all day
Because the day outside
Is so wet and grey
Well that’s the story
On this November day

Marian Quinlan Curtin

© Co Tipperary Eire 11/2015

SHADOW

The shadows

On the wall

From the evening sun

Reflecting

A young boy

Dancing in a puddle of water

Left by a thunder shower

The next reflection

A shadow of a person

Playing a guitar

Hearing a male voice

Made me think of Elvis

My favourite singer

There ain't nothing but a hound dog

Or blue suede shoes

Sun moving to my left

Reflected a table

And chairs

With two shadows

I am left thinking

Lovers holding hands

To my right

As the sun moves slowly

I see

My own shadow in front of me

Lucky it made me feel good

It did not show my age

Just a shadow moving through

A busy street

With two shopping bags

Almost sunset

The shadows of busses

On the walls of the shops

On a very busy

O’ Connell Street

The next shadow

Made me smile

A horse and trap

In the distance

But its shadow show

Tourists enjoying the sights

Of college green

And trinity college

And I smile

At memories of my childhood

Continuing my journey home

To catch a train from Heuston Station

The sun has closed its eyes

To rest for another day

And I am left hoping

It’s making room for a beautiful moon

I

Thinking 

Scattered autumn leaves 

Across the lawn 

The lawn 

Now asleep 

For the winter months

 Cold and dark 

The sky grey

The colour of gloom

 

The birds feeding 

On the bird table 

Just staying long enough 

To fill there bellies 

Before taking shelter 

From the wind 

I am here thinking 

What a contrast 

In the seasons 

 

Winter 

Cold dark 

Sharp and slippy 

Most of nature asleep 

Except 

The daffodil 

Swaying smiling 

At the harsh weather 

Tulips divine in colour 

Bringing a smile

To ones lips 

On a dull and cold day 

 

Spring 

An awaking 

Of nature 

And growth 

Flowers smiling 

Grass looking greener

 Hedge rows alive 

With the sounds of spring

 Primroses and cowslips 

Starting to ready 

There selves for summer 

 

Summer 

The cutting of silage 

Hay making 

Trips to the seaside 

Skies blue 

Its colour beautiful 

Swallows returning 

To spend time rearing their young 

Turf cutting 

And saving

Long carefree days 

Spent in one with nature 

 

Autumn 

Time to wind down 

At the turning of the season 

A season to reflect 

On things past 

Time to be in ones own company

Like with nature 

To get to know 

What one has to do 

To survive 

The winter months

Marian Quinlan Curtin © Co Tipperary Eire 11/2015

SUMMER

 

Sun shining in the sky

Its yellow glow

Would warm you

The sky colour blue

Rays from the sun

Reflecting on the wind turbine

Reflecting like a rainbow

On to our local church spire

A beautiful picture

On this summers day

 

Dandelions and wild daisies

Growing wild

Near the whitethorn hedge

They look as if they are smiling

Children playing a game of hurling

In the local pitch

In the green and gold

Of Templetuohy

My village

My home

Neighbours sitting chatting

On the window ledge

In this wonderful sunshine

 

Farmers busy

Cutting hay and silage

For winter fodder

Turf cutting and saving

In full swing

For winter fuel

Tea tastes divine

Sitting amongst

Wild heather

Bog cotton

Floating

Like ballerinas

In the dance school

 

All the sights

And sounds of summer

Swallows flying

In and out of our shed

Feeding their young

To soon they will be on their way again

To South Africa

When summer closes her eyes

To make way

For a different kind of beauty

Autumn

 

Marian Quinlan Curtin ©

Happy Saint Patrick’s Day

When we celebrate

Children dancing

Of something green

Can be seen

Laughter to be heard

Lines and lines of people

Celebrating having fun

Called Saint Patrick

The shakes away

Our island of Ireland

The tree leaf shamrock

Pride in our culture

Most of all our people

To your island of green

Will awaits you

Be it from far away

All around the world

Who may not make it home

We are all Irish

On Saint Patricks day

Remember

Saint Patrick’s Day

In ones hands

On our city streets

Celebrating a saint

Wore with pride

When you return home

Or in cities

And for some

We have parades

GAA

A drink

That drove

From

Our music and

A céad míle fáilte

Marian Quinlan Curtin 1/15/2017

Curtin Clan Gathering 2017

   

Envisage the roots

Of an oak tree

Almost

Two hundred years old

Sown in the rich soil

Of Ireland

Imagine it growing

In weather cold

Dark and warm

Through famine and war

Look at its branches

As it grows

Wide and strong

Think of families

From many parts of Ireland

Counties

Like Cork, Kerry, Limerick and Clare

Branching out

All over the world

Carrying with them

Their culture

Music and song

Stories told

Down through the generations

In places like Australia

Canada 

The United States 

And many other corners of the world

England, Scotland and Wales

And many places on our

Island of Ireland

As we gather

Here in Ennis Co Clare

For our tenth

Curtin Clan Gathering

We are here as families

Connected by blood

DNA

And most of all by the Curtin surname

Our interests as a Curtin Clan

Is friendships

Genealogy history

D N A

Making connections

In many places

Thorough out the world

Promoting and fellowship

Of our culture

Our music and song

And 

The pride we all have

In our Curtin name

The branches of the oak tree

Has travelled

Through many lands

Looking up through the sky

Reaching for the sunlight

Remembering family 

Almost as old as the oak

Or older

If only 

This beautiful oak could talk

A great feeling

Of being at one

With ones roots

And standing in the same spot

Where our ancestors once were

So let’s celebrate

Our ancestors

And say

Go raibh míle maith agat

 

Marian Quinlan Curtin ©

4/21/2017