Tales of Seamus

Poetry and short stories.

Thursday, 10 March 2022

Rare strains sound in the quiet heart,

Permit discord to depart.

Harmony blesseth every person's ear,

Springtime's birdsong comes near.

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Seamus Choróin: Good morrow fair friends! Don't be too fooled by my Celtic moniker, although I am imbued with emerald blood of the O'Brien hue and some hefty tinges too from the distaff side, I am in fact from the rolling hills and leafy lanes of Staffordshire, England and my real name is James Alexander Crown. I absolutely love writing poems and the odd story when I can and should maybe summon up the courage to have a proper crack at a novel too. Why not eh? The only thing you have to lose with this kind of gubbins is a little of your time. Many of the poems refer to my experiences with bipolar disorder. My general theme for mania is 'white fire' and demonic imagery. The references to depression are more generally accessible I think.

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