Nicholas Mackey

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I write. I take photos. Go figure.

A life in trees

The other evening, my wife and I went for a stroll along the Thames Path 
not far from London's Chelsea Harbour and stopped to sit awhile in a 
delightful spot known as Imperial Park where greenery and calm are to be 
As we parked ourselves on a bench savouring the ambiance of a summer's
eve in a big city blessed with trees, grass and flowers in abundance, I took 
these two pictures from where we sat for those few minutes. 
A gentle breeze made its presence known by playing out a symphonic poem
on the panoply of leaves of the rock elm trees standing close to each other:
music that sounds out a message where life is in the ascendant and it means 
so much to be alive and to be able to appreciate moments of magic like this. 
These two images will always remind me of the simple, sublime happiness 
one can experience from the existence of nature all around us. 
Onwards and upwards,
Chosenia tree
Chosenia tree

Rock elm tree

Rock elm trees
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Rosy Cole
Trees have such awesome vigour and staying power. There's a silver birch, fifty or sixty feet high, outside my study window and it... Read More
Sunday, 02 August 2020 16:13
Nicholas Mackey
Thank you, Rosy for reading and commenting.
Saturday, 08 August 2020 11:55
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the now

the now

walking alone ahead


shoved into

that darkened bag

of heavy space

thoughts squeezed nervous

by arrowed cruel command

impatient as a virus


on what comes next

the tyranny of now


fickle existence

can flick nazi-like

through every soul 

sentenced to

noble and ignoble

versions of now


where have all the nows gone?

the awareness

the everything

the stone-hearted conqueror

that is now


how does now 

become now?

our memory

the museum of now but

But really what is 



and how will the future

shape now?


P.S. The photo is one I took in 1973 of a solitary figure walking on Wilton Terrace by the Grand Canal near to where I spent my childhood in Dublin, Ireland.

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a pandemic verse (written late at night by the River Thames)

a river
in the dark
stabbed with light
plays with my mind

crescent sleekwhite
in aerial pitchblackness
giving false security
as we are dispatched

internet deathline
in the ether
delivers heaped anxiety
shrinking earthly future dreams

grim tide
as we fight
a killer virus
while devising universal unity.

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Rosy Cole
Good to see you, Nicholas, and that you wanted share your poignant poem with us. Tragic though this crisis is, it does give us a... Read More
Saturday, 04 April 2020 18:20
Nicholas Mackey
Hi Rosie, I appreciate you taking the time to comment on my poem and thank you for your kind thoughts. Stay well. Nicholas... Read More
Tuesday, 07 April 2020 12:54
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A Brief Brexit Daydream

Artist Name - A-Brief-Brexit-Daydream-12.33pm---Friday-19th-April-2019-1.m4a
As I sit here in a greenish part of London overlooking the Thames, I ponder on the Magical Lost Kingdom of Brexit Forever/Never Never Land as it continues on its unending spiral of self-flagelation, I find my mind drifting back nearly 50 years ago and recall with a smile idyllic family summer holidays spent on the alluring rugged beauty of the Donegal coastline in the far-flung north-west of Ireland. Brexit fades from my consciousness and I can hear the wild Atlantic Ocean breaking on the shore, sea birds are flying overhead and the sunlight dances on my deserted sandy beach that stretches for miles and miles and miles. I remember James Joyce at this point when he pondered, 'Am I walking into eternity along Sandymount Strand?'

Happy Easter 

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Rosy Cole
In transporting landscapes, I have sometimes had the same thought as the one you cite here by James Joyce. Have to confess, though... Read More
Saturday, 27 April 2019 15:23
Nicholas Mackey
Rosy you are a gem to comment in the way that you kindly did as I needed something, anything to help me escape the 'doom-burdened ... Read More
Sunday, 28 April 2019 14:58
Rosy Cole
Thank you, Nicholas :-) The point about vocal telling of stories is important and interesting. Our early ancestors - and even thos... Read More
Saturday, 04 May 2019 16:13
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Thank you, Rosy for reading and commenting.