Category Archives: Poetry

Wuthering Wind

We marry the rough and tumble

You and I,

We drift in the babbling wind of a sultry sky,

Distant door chimes softly ringing,

Cohesive synergetic hymning,

Games and ladders

Slides and swings,

Nodding, bobbing, to shore we swim.

Every heart beat, every pulsing rhythm,

Mine, yours and every them,

Parting, joining, shrugging, flinging,

For now and always we are living,

Pulsing, darting, shredding, hearting,

Together, never far removed,

Makes me think ‘so what is freedom’?

When clasped we are by the wuthering wind!

©Copyright Caroline Cunningham 2017

Caroline Cunningham is the Author of The Whisperings of Nature – a collection of 15 Nature-inspired poems offering comfort, wisdom and inspiration – Go Shopping!

Note: Wuthering Wind is not included in The Whisperings of Nature poetry collection.

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Irelands Summer Solstice

Since writing this poem in 2015, I have become a self-published author! My book ‘The Whisperings of Nature’ was launched in April 2017 and is available via my on-line shop.

The poetry in this book are inspired by nature, offering comfort, wisdom and inspiration. Irelands Summer Solstice is one of the poems in The Whisperings of Nature.

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Summer Solstice Ireland


Moving through Irelands Summer’s Solstice,

We are graced with extraordinary light,

Our Earthly position points us steadily towards our closest star.

This is a time of gratitude,

Long may this feeling last,

I can sit outside my door and breath and glow,

With loose shoulders and a happy heart.

I am absorbing and storing this feeling

As I am not so fond of the damp, cold, darkness of Irish winter

The last sliver of light in the clouded horizon taunts me to accept the extreme,

As I learn to accept the extremes of my own temperament.

Winter will bring the excuse for fires and stories,

For some, the excuse to hold on tighter to the one most loved.

I hold that image of the summer’s night time mountain

This is the reward for a long nights work.

The Solstice Sky reflects an ocean of foreverness

And I am endlessly lost and found in the depths of it.

Divinely connected to the billions

Threading the sphere of our existence,

Long may this feeling last.

Happy is my heart.

© Caroline Cunningham

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Culture On Street Corners – Journey In Peru

My silent quest with regards to my journey in Peru had been torn to shreds. In the end it was for the very best. My remaining weeks in the country were more precious now. It was unlikely I could afford to dream up another wild reason to return.

Conacky - Crafter

Conacky – Crafter

I handed in my notice to Alex in The Coffee Tree Cafe where I had been helping out a few days a week. He made me a coffee and I proceeded to explain to him the concept of a travel blog and introduced myself as a travel writer. He agreed to be interviewed in Spanish the following day.

Art Of Conacky - Ollantaytambo

Art Of Conacky – Ollantaytambo

In this way I opened myself to knowing the people of this town and its culture in a deeper way. One evening, at the corner near my accommodation, Conacky (the craft maker) called me over to introduce me to his parents who were visiting from Lima.

Art in Ollantaytambo Peru

Art in Ollantaytambo Peru

He introduced me as a writer and told me that his father, Louis, is a poet. This was a rare privilege. It is not often I meet a poet, although I suspect there are many secret ones about, especially in Ireland.

Family of Conacky

Family of Conacky

I listened hard to hear Louis’ poetic words. My Spanish was not advanced enough to understand the depth of his words. But I understood the depth of feeling that he conveyed. He was rooted in the nature and spirit of things. I took off promising to return within minutes. In my bedroom I booted up my laptop, took hold of pen and paper and began to translate, with help of internet, a few of my simplest poems. I ran back to the corner waving the paper in my hands.

Author and Conacky - Peru

Author and Conacky – Peru

We stood side by side as I recited my poems in Spanish. He thanked me and indicated that he understood. I agreed to return the following evening with more poetry in hand. We had some quiet conversations on the topic of writing over the coming days, until he and his wife had to return to their home in Lima. We made a parting promise to continue our writing and to share it openly.

Wild Star Landing

Wild Star Landing

Blog Awards Ireland 2015 Best Blog Article

Blog Awards Ireland 2015 Best Blog Article

©Caroline Cunningham Author of Wild Star Landing (Blog)

Wild Star Landing Blog has been long-listed as ‘Best Travel Blog’ in Irish Blog Awards 2015 and shortlisted in same category in 2016

Best Travel Blog in Irish Blog Awards 2015 - Long List

Best Travel Blog in Irish Blog Awards 2015 – Long List

Irish 80’s Teenage Valentine

80's Era Teenage Valentine

80’s Era Teenage Valentine

From what I can remember of a little ditty composed in the 1980’s. I had a younger sister who was more intent than I was, on actually delivering her valentines cards to the apple’s of her eyes. We made up endless rhymes. In my divine teenage innocence at that time I composed this one. I have a feeling that I have mis-remembered a few words and omitted a chunk. I believe I am ready at this time in history, to share it with you in its pieced together state.

Happy Valentines everyone……if you are reading this…you are the one’s I love as I pour my words upon this fine frequency of internet that binds us together.

And if you care to delve I have more poems of the devious heart amongst my travel stories and art tales.

(P.S. by now most should know that Irish ‘craic’ is not a drug….its a bit of mad fun).

Heart Moves The Body More

Caroline Cunningham Author of Wild Star Landing (Blog)

A long walk to freedom from Capetown’s Sunset

‘Mandela: Long Walk to Freedom’ in the movies brought back memories of my time in South Africa’s Capetown in 1999. I was invited to a wedding (friends of my brother getting married there) at a time when I was at a turning point in my life. The sight of the Table Mountain resting against the sky of the big screen, recalled the view from the very edge of it, where I beheld my first impression of the world’s end. Oceans stretched out in almost every direction as far as my eyes could see and the earth was certainly round according to its horizon.

I must have been asleep for most of my life ‘til then, as the extent of the struggles of this country and its people had not hit me, in the remarkable way that it did, until after I read that book. A visit to Robben Island brought it strikingly home and from there I brought with me Nelson Mandala’s ‘Long Walk To Freedom’.

Weddings are fun occasions and I was fortunate to be included amongst this merry group of souls. It was also a time of contemplation, a breathing space because this was the beginning of my long walk to personal freedom. To read about a man whose vision helped to overturn what seemed like impossibilities, put things in a new perspective for me.

At last, I had a role model, proof that my own little struggles, which seemed big at the time, could also be overturned. I determined to be clear about my own vision and apply the same integrity and belief as this man did no matter how long it took to achieve my goal. I am so grateful to this wonderful man whose soul has now returned to an even freer state of being.

As part of the wedding festivities, our group took an impromptu cruise in Capetown’s magical harbour just before sunset. Laughter eased and silence descended as we took our favourite spots on board the yacht and absorbed the bowing out of our solar systems greatest (and only) star.

Capetown Sunset – Painting – Caroline Cunningham 1999

The sun slipping below the sky and water casting waves of orange and scarlet ribbons in our direction, sub-dued us even more. As the last peep of it seeped away and those waves darkened to a murky realm, I turned to face the harbour once more. I was charmed at once. While our sun was staging its finale, the city behind us had been arranging it’s after party.

That is when I took my pen from my pocket and began to write this poem.   

   Capetown Sunset

I can see it,

I can almost touch it,

But I can feel it,

It’s flashing pulse reaching out,

Resounding magic

In a charming ring of light;

Now comes the night

  © Caroline Cunningham 1999

Capetown Sunset a Poem by Caroline Cunningham Author of Wild Star Landing Blog

Capetown Sunset a Poem by Caroline Cunningham Author of Wild Star Landing Blog

Break-through painting by Caroline Cunningham 1999 Author of Wild Star Landing Blog

Break-through painting by Caroline Cunningham 1999 Author of Wild Star Landing Blog

Still walking the long walk….but getting places….

Copyright Caroline Cunningham 2014