In honour of St Patrick's day am posting a poem inspired by a lovely painting by Niall Wright which brought me down memory lane and back to the present and a Kerry landscape.
The Way We
Are
This we take almost for granted:
The summer
leaden Irish sky, green drumlin hills,
heathered
and mossed, and dry stone walls,
Rivers
forded by rock clumps and clumped reeds.
And
somewhere in an album marked “Early Years”
I see you
standing, lollipop in hand,
teetering
on a rock mid-stream
your red
hair blowing mid-current
your
freckled skin awakening to the sun.
And I give
thanks now that you have returned
from
foreign climes and black-dyed tresses
and slick
fake tan, to yourself,
Irish Cailín, bog style and proud of it.
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