The Journal
Nymphaeaceae
Nymphaeaceae - Digital Image, 2007, Helen McNultyNymphaeaceae Among tea breaks and doing the dishesMy memory floats like the water lilies.Pretty little teacup flowersSailing by on waxy green saucers. Under the spell of old glory (that never was, really)I slip head...
Butterflutterfly
First Portrait
I couldn’t move, but I could draw.
I had a green pen, almost all the ink was gone. It was scraping along the little book I had set aside to put the notes of what it was to be mummy for the first time.
The book was small.
I forgot that my eyesight is not the best.
Foresight not the best.
You lay there feeding.
I couldn’t move, but I could draw.
I could try to draw what it was to be mummy for the first time.
With green scratchy ink running out on my lovely hand-made, not made for drawing in, too small book.
It is the most precious drawing I own, and sits on my desk every day.
Preparation for Lockdown
Preparation for Lockdown.by Helen McNulty March 2020I am making listspreparing for lockdownalmost believing in the possibilityof an absurd end. A tingle in my nose scared me half to death.Worldometer announced the first fatality in Ireland. Who is this democratic...
The Byre
The byre was left there with material traces of the two of them in it. The house locked up and bits of medicine and old bandages lay on the windowsill and spoke of final days of nursing and comforting. A tilly lamp whose glass was covered over with layers of dust, had...
The Snow
The Snow on Eugene Street. Oil on Canvas. 20 x 20 cm. 2010
From The Pulpit
Struggle
Struggle. Oil on Paper. 25 x 20 cm. 2010
The Long Walk Home
The
Immersed in the light of the sun, she bathes with the Angels.
Immersed in the light of the sun, she bathes with the angels. 2005. I sat by her bedside, she was laid out in a purple velvet scarf, her red hair gone. My camera was in my bag, my camera was always in my bag. So, I took it out and took her picture, in the dead...
Winter
In Moments Alone
In moments aloneI am proneTo checking my phoneI am a drone I remember beforeBefore the screenI'd lie on the floorAnd check in on my dreams I'd stare at the ceiling and scroll through my mindI'd feel the cold floor, be a body, defined. Ideas would spring out and say...
Address
Wicklow Mountains, Ireland