Featured Poem: Ireland

By Carolynn J. Scully
Member-at-large

 

The ancients winked and
smiled at the mystery
and magic of the wee
island of green, a crock
of shamrocks hiding
Leprechaun gold for
hunters to find at
the end of rainbow
rivers. Finders dance jigs
in party with friends
unaware of the owner
nearby, smoking a pipe,
stroking an orange beard,
wearing a buckled hat and
velveteen knickers.

 

Carved stone crosses dot
the land to rule the myths.
Old manuscripts
illuminate truth, and
the three-leafed clover
is lifted up by a holy man
to teach about the Lord
who is the maker
of the dance. The people
of the green isle play and
kneel with fervor.

 

 

Comments

  1. Mary Patricia Canes says

    What a delightful poem that also captures the fervent faith of the Irish.
    I still have relatives living in Ireland and have visited a number of times.

  2. I’ve visited Ireland a couple of times. What a beautiful and creative nod to a green, welcoming country. Love this poem.

  3. Janet Fagal says

    You make me want to return to Ireland to enjoy the history and beauty and magic again. Your poem incorporates a lot of Irish lore and fact……illuminating truth. Ah, would that and gold be easy to attain, but yet, the magic of the isle and its story captivate. I loved my (limited) vacation time there. It is a nice way to recall those times, thank you!

  4. I loved the comments on Irish lifestyle. Is there a guide of framework to label this style of poetry?

    Which state is your residence? Congrats on your achievements here.

  5. Barb Whitmarsh NLAPW says

    VERY VERY ENJOYABLE AND WELL COMPOSED.
    I SENT MY 3 YR OLD DAUGHTER OUT TO FIND A FOUR LEAF CLOVER
    IN MY MOM’S GARDEN. I WAS THINKING SHE’D BE BUSY FOR
    QUITE AWHILE. IN ABOUT 5 MINUTES SHE CAME IN WITH ONE.
    A GREAT MEMORY
    AND THIS IS A GREAT POEM.