Poems to Pass the Day By: Repatriating the Donkeys

Repatriating the Donkeys


There wasn’t even the sound of their hooves,

Unshod of course,

On the gravel path down to the stables.

The only warning was the dog yelping indoors

To be let out –

To welcome the visitors, or inspect them at least.

Soon as I opened the front door he scarpered down

But stopped some feet away.

They were unconcerned, little donkeys, on a visit.


Bringing them back to their home was harder:

They would not be caught, head shy.

They followed a bucket of meal, softly, as if unsure

Turning this way and that to explore green grass instead.


My youngest lead the way with the bucket,

The donkeys, three of them, behind.

All went well until we met the dogs down the road:

The barking terriers that ran a race inside their fence

For all passerbys and especially donkeys.


Donkeys would not pass by with such runners racing the fence

And barking as if the Lord himself was coming.

They always do that, although donkeys might be closer.

And it was nearly Christmas, so they had a point.


I brought up with rear with four feet of wavin pipe

Shaking it in the air, whooshing them along

Good dogs, good donkeys

But the dogs kept barking and the donkeys turned heel

I stood my ground but donkeys are stubborn.


It was a stalemate – a head to three heads.

Even with my wavin I could not cover the entire road

I waved my wavin, the dogs barking, the donkeys rushing at me and then back


My daughter shook the bucket again

Food over barking

Food over wavin

Food for little donkeys.


Obedient as if butter would not melt in the mouths

They turned and trotted after the bucket

Down the road, me in tow,

Wavin low.

We reached the open gate, cause of escape,

And they went back in: one, two, three.

I closed the gap and closed the gate in a bound.


Donkeys repatriated.

Just in time for Christmas.


By Jillian Godsil

Debt, Survival and Hope – please view and share

My friends at SETV asked me if I would talk to camera about my journey so far in debt. I know I am only in the middle. I have not finished my journey. I am still in hock to the banks for more than €1million, my home is repossessed, my business gone, my possessions sold save for a ten year old American Fridge Freeze from my old house, and while that is very good at keeping food cold, it is less reliable as a place to live lol 🙂

I have learnt one thing on this journey, which is far from over, that while worries may assail us on all sides, it is also vital to live even as we struggle. We will not get back the years that debt may steal from us, so the only alternative is to live like crazy, seize the day and love, and breathe, and hope, and be. Always be.

This is for anyone dealing with debt. God bless! xx

View VIDEO here

and please let me know what you think 🙂


My week on @Ireland – my parting message

What an amazing week. I will write about my lovely time as the curator of the @Ireland account tomorrow but I am running out the door now and so I just want to ask people who follow the account to look at this presentation I did on debt, survival and hope.

http://bcove.me/i68kpnpg  or click on the icon on www.SouthEastTelevision.ie

This is a talk I did with SouthEast Television called I wonder – about debt,survival and hope

I really put my heart and soul into this. I think it is important. I am passionate about not being ashamed at failing financially. Neither should you be – if you have the misfortune to be down on your luck.

God bless!


Remember – This too will pass…


A Twitter Tale…@Ireland for a week – let’s write

We all know the Irish can talk for Ireland. We all know that every single Irish person has at least one book in them. Well, let’s get collectively writing on Twitter. Here are the first two lines – send me your line and the number where you think it might run. Replica lines may be juggled somewhat. this is fun! Send your lines to @ireland


1. The man at the corner shop did not look up when the gun went off @jilliangodsil

2. it was as if he was expecting it @paudimac

3. He was used to gunfire. The army taught him that. @islandgooner

4. He had powers to illude gunfire. @cybercalci

5. He’d learnt the noise of bullets tearing flesh too, the gasp of shock. She collapsed, eyes blank. He folded his paper, walked away. @GuyleJeune

6. As he walked, something glinted in the corner of his eye @islandgooner

7. and still he walked on neatly tucking the receipt into his wallet. @beanmimo

8. Not in his wildest dreams did he ever expect a hardback copy of Larouss’se reference for wine lovers, to be of any use to him @fleurman