Wild Art

Irish Artist Neil Shawcross on his weekly dip in Strangford Lough

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Neil Shawcross

A weekly sojourn              To catch his bliss

Determination                   In a clenched fist

Strides in with purpose     And submits to the Sea

Tense for one moment     Then exquisitely free

Maureen McCoy                 July 2011


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Under The Waterfall

Sunlight dances on the surface, golden leaves circle, caught in soft currents, drawn ever closer to the edge. They spin faster and faster finally to be swept over the rocks as the water gushes to the next pool.

I watch all this, my feet dangling. The leaves have moved on from their dance around my toes but I shall remain. I slip into the pool, my skin warmed by the sun, quivers as the cold touches it. A sharp intake of breath and I stretch forward, gliding to the centre. The deep water is soft on my skin. I turn onto my back and look at the blue sky, sun glints on the surface and sparkles on wet rocks. The fall, behind me, silver and white, I swim into its waves, my skin tingles as the water spins and rises. The fall now pounds down on my shoulders and head, numbing, a cold shower forcing every inch of my being awake and alive. I move behind the curtain, the rush in-front and here is a hidden place, cool and separate from the world. Will I break out, through that curtain to rejoin the sunlight?

Instead I slip quietly under, deeper, below the force of the fall, chaos diffuses and all is silent. Shafts of sunlight streaming down, golden on my skin, this muted world is mine alone. I swim close to the floor, beneath, on to the middle of the pool where finally, reluctantly, I have to surface. I glide up and up, looking at the sky through a clear window in the golden haze, and then suddenly break into the air. I take a breath and roll onto my back to gaze at the sky once again.

Maureen McCoy                 May 2011


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Simple Pleasures

What simple pleasure I gained from the Sea

A weightless, more supple, version of me

She weaves through the sea-weed, exploring the rocks

Beneath the waves where time seems to stop

Pulled by the currents, the tide makes her sway

Caressed by the water, she’d like to stay.

But soon she must rise and return to the land

Then I walk from the sea – contented and calm.

Maureen McCoy                 August 2010


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I promise to kick off my shoes at every opportunity, run barefoot in wet grass,

Paddle at the shore and squidge my toes in the soft sand.

I will pull socks on over sandy feet and feel the tingle all the way home-

To leave sand on the bathroom floor –

(Maureen McCoy – excerpt from Feet June 2011)


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Water Of Life

From dark tannin ores carving the rock

Travels down hillside

Filling the Lough

Reflecting the heavens in the dark and the deep

Who can tell

The secrets you keep

I venture to trespass in this other world

I float and am carried

My senses are stirred

In softness and strength, a power pure

At ease in the water

Graceful and sure.

Colours now changing, caught in the sun

From copper to silver

The journey begun

Whispering, chuckling, now hidden from sight

To spring forth again

A childish delight

Gather momentum, now rush under trees

Watch the water of life

On it’s way to the sea.

Maureen McCoy                 Nov 2009


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New World

I let the water slip over my head and beneath

I find a new world

Where the colours are changed

More muted when the sun is bright,

Yet, when the sky is dull and cloud covered,

More vibrant

They take on new dimensions and smile at me

Daring me to explore, whispering,

Search, I have secrets to tell.

Shall I tell you what I find?

Through forests of kelp I meet others,

Jellyfish, their slow and rhythmic pulse

As they glide silently by.

Industrious crabs scuttle across the sandy floor

And fish swim alongside.

We do not speak or wave or shake hands

We are simply, Here.

Maureen McCoy                 Sep 2012


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