Ciarán McAlinden’s poem: The Garden Constitution


Looking through my window, I watch in awe at the politics and antics of the back garden parliament.

Privileged Pigeons, like fat politicians, waddle through ethereal arboretum lobbies, to seeded commissions, unseen by human eye. 

While Eurasian Jays announcing their opposition, arriving on azure wings their beauty belying. 

But it is the Robin and Chaffinch, that lead the opposition, chattering, 

Chasing, effervescing, bouncing like the sunbeams through a Blackthorn thicket.

Forming choral committees, in division lobbies, filibustering with impudicity, their dummy bills appeased.

Meanwhile Thrush’s like hesitant lobbyists, hop in and out of sight, nervous on the floor, for fear of some charge of contempt.

Before being banished by bouncing Black Rod Blackbirds whose prorogations clear the floor from all intents

All the while the feline sleeping speaker who’s never caught eye, lies basking, oblivious to avian aspirations and to lobbyist laments.


After retiring from a career in sales management Ciarán McAlinden began  his journey as a writer. Inspired by writing classes and mentored by Alf McCreary, Ciarán has spent the past two years crafting Poems,and humorous short stories drawn from his life and experiences. These include two collections, Spadetown Stories about growing up in Lurgan, Travelers’ Tales from his time on the road selling Guinness. He regularly performs at Tenx9 events in Belfast and  recently founded ‘First Drams’ an event to help showcase the work emerging writers. Ciarán is currently  in the process writing his first novel a supernatural thriller titled, ‘The Mirror Man’. He lives in Belfast with wife Roisin and children, Shane and Meagan.

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