St. Kieran’s College

  • Croker

    you are walking down old jones road hats scarfs and headbands you are marching behind the artane boys’ band you are climbing the steps of the hogan stand to lift the liam mccarthy you are playing for your county

  • Ale Mercado illustration for Cold Dead Trees poem by Luke dunne

    Cold Dead Trees

    From sliotars being hit around a wet, cold pitch, Until some fool hits it into the deep, dark ditch. Long hours doing homework in the lonely cold night, To the rapid retreat of the hard day light. Marooned in the claret and the white of Clara, In my sister’s high heels and me Mam’s mascara. […]

  • Illustration for Impression Poem

    Impression

    A disaster struck on a journey; which seemed to be the journey of my life. It kept me awake more than anything, such an experience; a one from the darkness that you shouldn’t remember, but you’re forced to. Out of nowhere, magic builds up. I am religious only at times, but now I shall follow […]

  • Clock

    Time has no worries 
Time has no end 
Time doesn’t forget 

Time is everywhere 
Time is split in two 
Time is needed to start the day and end it 
Time is nothing if you don’t use it 
 Time is everything to someone who needs it 

Time dictates your life

  • My Teacher Lost My Poem

    My Teacher Lost My Poem, like a piece of Styrofoam. We gave them all up, full of luck; and now they’ll never come home. Bright ideas that struck, all the poems he took. With the words from the mouth, all came out; him losing them was a stroke of bad luck. We forget something: he […]

  • Dimmest Glow. Illustration by Alé Mercado

    Dimmest Glows

    Never constant, ever changing: there is no east, west, north, or south, only the abyss’s gaping mouth vast beyond eternity. The infinite cycle of death, decay and destruction, all to bring about the new: the small, tiny, miniscule and insignificant; the large, huge, monstrous and colossal. All lie side by side in the web of […]

  • Semicolon

    Sometimes you’re worried, confused. Finger on the trigger, slipping. Sweat dripping and time slows down. Blood dripping every moment you move. The end of you. A heart with worry and confusion needs time. When you end the confusion you’re finished. When you end the worry you move on.

  • The Ghost of Rome

    It all began when Remus wiped out Romulus; that’s when the city of Reme came to be. It was a State of fair Democracy that was the envy of other regions; through their diplomatic ties they formed a Union. It spread from Palestine to Belgium. A man called Cesar spurred revolution. He was jailed for […]

  • Exequies of and Angel Illustration

    Exequies of an Angel

    Rip off my wings, Cut off my golden curls; Extinguish the light I give To frightened boys and girls. Strip me of my snow white robes, Use my halo to slash my cherub’s face; Reap me of all my worth, Pull me down so far from grace. Then leave me, red and raw, Alone on […]

  • Granny - Liam wallace

    Granny

    Memories are like old movies; I would watch some more than others, We all have our preferences. Standing on the ageless bridge, A scene flickers in my head, Torn from a broken film. A small hand held by an older one; A friendly voice talking slowly, So my little ears can hear. Suddenly the scene […]

  • Where's my child by Harry Kealy. Illustration by Alé Mercado

    Where’s My Child

    I will look and never smile; Look and listen for my missing child; Is he hurt or is he dead? These thoughts wonder within my head. Hurt and wrung my eyes will be; Never will I find him, Dead is he Listen for his soft call; Where is he? I will fall. I shall die […]