Daniel Clarke

Santorini Mid Day, Painting, Watercolor on Watercolor Paper

2023

You’ve heard this story before – becoming unravelled in Europe or assaulted in some roadhouse but bold as nipples and booted. Recovering with bourbon and red wine in a soft ...

In the dead of night when silence reigns Among dancing flames his kind face smiles Lily white beard circling chin, eyes so deep Love’s warmth defies iciness of death That chill...

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves ru...

Country roads around counties Carlow and Kilkenny borders, We are the last of the memory hoarders, Love divine is on its rightful pedestal, Seeking the lure of comfort and mystique, The draw of the unknown, unforgiven, Undying gesture of our heart, Everytime we met we searched in the mindfields, Of the regrets of our past. Romance was your reason for your energetic, foot perfect dance, Pearly beads shining on your high forehead, Which you would wipe, with a large handkerchief hastily away. Then driving through the darkness, That trips up the light of day, Stars beckoning you to the imaginary world of ghosts, 'What happens to us when were gone? ' 'Are we like letters that get lost in the post? ' You seemed to think I had more knowledge than most! You were always on the run from the magnetic sun, As you displayed your charm, wit, when having plenty of fun, Your warmth held an icy warning, just beneath the surface, Your own way, at your own pace, As you chased your elusive dream, Marraige was a trophy, a success complete, But all you felt was the lonesome ache of defeat. You admired having the best, Like your only team the Kilkenny hurlers, They were above the less talented rest. Many friends were found in Alcoholics Anonymous, They became part of your extended family, Home was been with them facng the truth. You cherished the roots that made you so proud, You were the performer in the crowd. When I heard the shocking news that you had passed away, My open wound was on display, I understood your complex nature, Your fight within your competitive need to endure, A childlike essence was part of your powerful presence, Now your not...