On a soft morning…

rain strokes the earth, greening
leaves and grass, the porter
scent of turf smoke fills the hills
and, in the river, water chuckles
at a joke, a limerick or the jaunty song
a musician whistles on the long
road home from a late night session
and whispers in the rover’s ear:
go n-éirí an bóthar leat.

Kim M. Russell, 2018

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My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Weekend Challenge: Blarney Me

It’s St Patrick’s Day and Brendan has reminded us of how St Patrick allegedly banished snakes from Ireland. He wants us to pluck three leaves from the shamrock and see if there’s a magic fourth leaf. My poem may be brief, but I hope to have caught the essence of the place where I once lived.

24 thoughts on “On a soft morning…

  1. It’s a nice poem, Kim. Except possibly the last line. I feel it may be a bit raunchy. (My Google translator stumbled and is still spinning. It doesn’t know old Gaelic.) We’ve been to Ireland two times, Scotland a lot more, Wales once, and Isle of Man once. My relatives came from the Isle of Man and I ran into the name several times, we spell it Corkhill. I had London counted once, but didn’t write it down. In the teens I think, our Daughter brought her family there for her work, stayed five years. so we could have long visits.

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