Pete Mullineaux

Pete Mullineaux

Pete Mullineaux teaches global issues in schools in Galway, through poetry and drama.

CETA!
Monday, 08 February 2021 09:53

CETA!

Published in Poetry

CETA! The EU-Canada Free Trade Agreement

by Pete Mullineaux

Oh did you see, wasn’t it only gorgeous! The Government’s new baby,
born out of dream wedlock, the ménage à trois – and there’s a whisper
Canada had something to do with it too – oh it’s all free love now, no
boundaries – the real deal! And the proud parents, passing it between
themselves (at a safe distance of course) never minding the begrudgers,
jealous that’s all! Now we’re back in business, soon the dashing dads
will be out pushing their prams, with Mr Green too along for the spin,
old chassis newly shined and neatly aligned, all reluctant lovers’ tiffs
forgotten. We’re motoring, it’s been an uphill climb...but from now on
downhill all the way, (don’t worry: with a solid grip on the handlebar
and minding the descending steps, we’ve all seen that movie!)

Ah, but the truth is most of us didn’t get a proper gawk – it all happened
so fast, few got a chance to feel the weight, give it a rock – but someone
with a better angle over on the other side had a good peek – and there’s
talk that poking out its head out from the swaddling, it looked to be an ugly
brute, a right little emperor, big bony gums that once latched on will surely
never let go, suck us all dry – bawl the house down if it loses its soother,
doesn’t get exactly what it wants.

Irish TV Election Debate
Sunday, 02 February 2020 20:12

Irish TV Election Debate

Published in Poetry

Irish TV Election Debate

by Pete Mullineaux

I’m rooting for the left – but how to unite the red and green?
I think on back to those once separated Luas lines: two sets
of track, having avoided one another, awaiting final linkage –
how we felt under attack, railed against the slow lament of inch
by inch, flinch by flinch at grating metal, splintering block, as
kerbs and pathways re-aligned like nouns and verbs of a changing
language – I remember slipping inside a city-centre bookshop for
peace and quiet and a different mode of transportation, a carriage
of the mind; leafed through some pages on 1916 (when trams were
the future!) thought about those dual-colour glasses we wore once
upon a time at 3D movies, where green and red merged to construct
a single vision – and yes, perhaps some genius will yet see a way
of joining up the dots – allow easy flow from green to red, and red
to green, (incorporate the wearing of The Green!) – have Merrion
Square, the scenic expanse of Phoenix Park, link arms with Tallaght
and Finglas dark – make cycle lanes and welfare claims rhyme.