The Whisky Blot
Journal of Literature, Poetry, and Haiku
On the side of Blackrock Village
Where nursed flowers adorn the square See visitors enjoy the spectacle Of Cork rowers on the pier. When sky is bruised and silent Up Old Blackrock Road Hear oars displace the quiet With such grace they shift their load. Olympians or enthusiasts The thrill is just the same Watch the shells fly towards Blackrock Castle And see them fly back again. Owen O’Sullivan has studied both Film Making and Photography at St. John’s Central College, Cork. His love for the Arts comes from his father who would sing the songs of Van Morrison while walking with his children around Blackrock Castle. He has been writing poetry for twelve years and has been published in Ireland, U.K., and U.S.A. He graduated from University College Cork in 2021 after studying Youth and Community and is currently coordinator for Mahon Meals on Wheels. He lives in Blackrock, Cork. Comments are closed.
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