The Song of the Mad Prince

THE SONG OF THE MAD PRINCE (Eb Major) Who said, ‘Peacock Pie’?The old King to the sparrow;Who said, ‘Crops are ripe’?Rust to the harrow. Who said: 'Where sleeps she now,‘Where rests she now her head?'Bathed in eve's loveliness?That’s what I said. Who said: ‘Aye, mum’s the word’?Sexton to willow:Who said:'Green dusk for dreams,'Moss for a [...]

Callery’s Musings

What lies beneath Frank Callery writes on the origins of the site of NCBI’s head office on Whitworth Road, Drumcondra, Dublin, and its developments in the late 18th and early 19th centuries. The site of NCBI’s head office at Whitworth Road has a colourful past and Whitworth Road was not always Whitworth Road, it was [...]

Let Your Words

I wrote this poem today, Let your Words (which you will find at the end of this post, together with my song My Love in Barcalona Lay) while again looking at Francisco Rizi’s depiction (1683) of the auto-da-fé held on June 30th., in the reign of Carlos II. in the Plaza Mayor, Madrid, in 1680. [...]