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
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.
This made me smile. You captured the spirit of the season…light hearted, jaunty, with blessings and song.
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Very nicely done. I’m there!
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Such a sweet clover leaf. An té a bhíónn siúlach, bíonn scéalach!
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I’ll be over to check out your story in the morning 😊
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This is wonderfully filled with all the senses… the green island caught perfectly.
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Thank you, Bjorn!
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This is really lovely!
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Thank you so much, Mama Zen!
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and whispers in the rovers ear – I can see this happening on this very road!
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I have been that rover!
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Ah, there are moments like that in Ireland, when you could be lost in time. The smell of turf – so evocative. I love this one, Kim.
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Thank you, Sarah!
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This calls to every Irish cell in my body – as one of the diaspora.
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🙂
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You convinced me! And made it sound very enticing.
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How wonderful to have lived in such a beautiful place. My ancestors came from County Cork…….I especially loved the water chuckling!
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Thank you, Sherry!
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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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Morning can bring a songbird road if we just listen and follow. Beautiful piece
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Thank you, Susie.
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A delightful green clover this
Linked in late
much love…
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Thank you, Gillena 💟
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