by Tom Mcgreevy | Jan 25, 2008 | Poetry
Down the rope Helicopter swaying Out into space I’m silently praying With full kit on Feeling rather heavy Rather be in the Naafi Having a bevy My gloves are burning Sliding down the rope Hit the ground Not to fast I hope Land with a thud Breath knocked out Barrel in...
by Tom Mcgreevy | Aug 8, 2007 | Poetry
The operative lay watching The dew of early Dawn The smell of farmhouse cattle Alone and so forlorn Three days in this position A hide just up the hill Waiting for his target So patient and so still Just listening and watching For goings to and fro Peeing in his...
by Tom Mcgreevy | Jul 8, 2007 | Poetry
Alone in the corner, The Irish music blaring. Don’t look up, don’t look round, The I.R.A. are staring. Have they sussed me ? Shall I leave ? A long way to the door. Oh God ! I feel them coming, Slowly cross the floor. With shaking hands, I raise my eyes, They stare...
