Ger Reidy’s poetry resounds in its meaty precision, in its hard stare at the terrible face of nature ‒ the windy gaps, the endless drudgery, the battle for survival on a small farm ‒ while at the same time heartbreaking in its ardent longing to fall into nature. His poetry is inspired by the untamed landscape of Mayo, and his lyrics are peppered with hard-hitting musings on the perennial problems that have bedeviled life on the fringe.
