Irish poet Dr Arthur Broomfield
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Irish Poet\\u2019s collection evokes memories of Ireland\\u2019s past. Irish poet Dr Arthur Broomfield has launched Ireland Calling, a new book of poems of special interest to Irish people residing in Canada . The collection is written in ballad form and recalls stories, characters and events \\u2013 some humorous, some sad \\u2013 that will evoke nostalgic\\xa0 memories of Ireland\\u2019s past. Love for his subject, for the Irish characters, stories and landscape, is the inspiration that drives Broomfield\\u2019s work. Clare Bolger, Irish author, academic and literary critic writes: Broomfield\\u2019s poetry is \\u2018written in the language of the people, it digs deep into the Irish tradition of telling yarns...it comes\\xa0 from the \\u201cdeep heart\\u2019s core,\\u201d \\u2019 as readers will note when poems such as \\u2018Planting the Spuds\\u2019, \\u2018The Fairy Bush\\u2019. The Rambling House\\u2019 tug the heart strings. Revival Press, Broomfield\\u2019s publishers, insist \\u2018if there\\u2019s a drop of Irish blood in your arteries, this book is for you\\u2019. Arthur Broomfield\\u2019s\\xa0Ireland Calling\\xa0truly comes from \\u2018the deep heart\\u2019s core\\u2019.\\xa0 Written in the language of the people \\xa0it digs deep into the Irish tradition of telling yarns and bringing characters to life, through dramas and events,\\xa0 that, in their telling, sparkle with \\xa0vitality, \\u2018spakes\\u2019 and humour that will draw those of Irish origin back to their roots, and for those less fortunate, open valuable insights into the Irish character. In \\u2018Making the Deal\\u2019 the young boy learns the art of buying cattle at the April fair \\u2018every trick and nod, every nudge and sign\\u2019. The emigrant in a North American city, in a sensuous Heaney like image recalls\\xa0\\u2018the Cappagh soil between my hands, the smell of the dung, the sunset and the view,\\u2019 in \\u2018Planting the Spuds\\u2019. \\xa0\\u2018Flour bought in Mansworth\\u2019s, buttermilk from the cow\\u2019, is \\u2018shaped round with floury hands, some upon her brow\\u2019 in a poem that aches with the longing for soda bread [He Dreams of Soda Bread].
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