We may not have been able to host events in the library but here in Westmeath Libraries we are still celebrating all the Summer Stars coming through our doors and signing up for their reading adventure. We hope you have already picked up your card from your local library, but if not call in and […]
Here's a family challenge and the Sky is the Limit... Get together, get thinking, and get creating your very own Dream Machine to reach for the Summer Stars. Show us how you can buy Zero and still be a Summer Stars Hero!Think cardboard, tin foil, markers, paper plates, buttons, elastic, cable ties, who knows what […]
Leanne O’Sullivan is a young poet who hails from Cork. Her Collection entitled “Waiting for my Clothes”, was published by Bloodaxe Books in 2004. Her full Works come across as brutally honest, and poignant, and a personal journey of the physical is mapped in detail. I hope that these snippets below portray the richness of […]
The following Patchwork Poem comprises Lines from the work of Fintan O’Toole, a lover of music and of words, and frequent visitor to Athlone Library in his time. The poems in full can be read in the fourth Collection by the local Poetry Collective called “Poetry in the Park”, and this was published in 2018 […]
Orfhlaith Foyle is an intriguing Wordsmith – a Poet, Novelist, Playwright and Short Story writer. Orfhlaith was born in Nigeria to Irish parents. Around 1976 she came St. Peter’s N.S., Athlone. She made a gentle entrance, not knowing how to us she was quite exotic. Her life and career took her to numerous countries, ensuring […]
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall. Jill came tumbling after. London Bridge is falling down. Down came the rain and washed the spider out. Old Macdonald had a farm. Mary had a little lamb. Three little kittens have lost their mittens. Three blind mice, see how they run Row, row, row your boat gently down […]
Is those things arms, or is they legs? (The Octopus By Ogden Nash) An owl’s cry, a most melancholy cry (The Owl By Thomas Hardy) A greyhound should be headed like a Snake, (The Properties of a Good Greyhound By Dame Juliana Berners) When I was once in Baltimore (Sheep By W.H. Davies) A snake […]
I am days when I don’t know (Who am I? by Geraldine O’Toole) But still the stars shine on high And hang like diamond’s fire in the sky (Ride the night by Marion Bauer) I feel it’s good to find your starTo be precisely the age you are (Teenager by Iain Duggan) It’s the spark […]