W. T. Quirk – Manx Poet & Writer

This is the day that celebrates All Fools!

On this day half-demented oafs conspire

To snare the sane, unwitting, with ...

All hail this gladsome day !

Whereon was born a little girl

With smiling eyes and clustering curl,

As precious ...

All morning while the fingers of the clock

Their leisured way,

Their awful, tantalizing, terrifying way,

Have moved, as if ...

Above is pain,

Below I wait, a helpless clod,

And drag with me about

A sudden disbelief in God,

In ...

Of February I was wont to think

With shudders and a spirit-chilling sense

Of death and barrenness and crumbling mould...

This turning earth of ours has brought again

To hearts that have congealed with winter’s chill,

To roots that have ...

Glen Lough

Just in off the high road,

Through a sagging gate,

Serpentine the pathway

Winds where tall trees wait....

Little pale face crowned by auburn hair,

Gazing and gazing with sorrowful air;

Lying so wistful, pathetic, there —

Goodbye,goodbye ...

Long shining corridor agleam in green and white,

What do you know of suffering who see it every day?

With ...

The yellow sunlight mocks her tumbled hair,

Threading with callous light those tender curls,

And with irreverent finger strokes her ...

I’m writing this letter at bed-time.

There are only three chaps in the hut.

But out of that number

There’s ...

Sleepy and rosy, Heather is here,

Fresh from her cot; she’s so precious and dear!

Little eyes blinking, nodding her ...

 We have a little girl and she’s nearly seven months old,

And we weigh her every Tuesday, and she’s worth ...

The day was fair, the sun was warm,

And I for once was free from work.

Nature looked innocent of ...

On Easter Day the lilies fair

Gladdened all hearts and filled the air

With a pervasive fragrance fair.

On ...

The house is mute, the hallway dark.

The staircase is a chimney dim.

The doorways frown, the light is stark;...

Once upon a time – oh, quite a long time ago,

There lived a King and Queen, and a Princess, ...

Christmas morn is bright and fair,

Glittering snow is lying deep;

Still and keen the frosty air,

Low and laden ...

I am now a little school-girl and I go to school each day,

And I post a note to Daddy ...

Again a year has ticked along

In seconds, hours and days

That you have spent your friends among,

And you ...

Poem to Trudy

(From sick bay in Ghent)

And was it Easter when we first resolved

To walk no longer ...