The Official Site of Author Joseph Heywood-Non Fiction

[Portage, September 3, 2009]

Oyrish, wuncha know, ‘Imself of Dublin
Novel novelist afire with rages
Furled by eras, wars and ages
Writ by them went afore, much of which he
Pitched out the door, baby, bathwater,
Doors to bedrooms and a whole lot more.
If what you seek are riverine shadows
May your deep thirst be thoroughly slaked
By reading all of Finnegan’s Wake
A tome replete with subtle words so grand
All others seem like simple also-rans,
Of salmon who nose against all currents
Historical and hydrological
Metaphors for a nation of hotheads,
Poets, patriots, scholars, pony touts,
Orators, priests and cold-blooded schemers,
Like trout anglers, most practical dreamers.