Blarney Day
In Cork’s old heart
As poetic whispers play,
This district thrives
And tales hold sway.
Oh, Blarney,
A place for words to craft and flow,
In the realm of stories,
As hearts jump and glow.
Upon a lofty fortress
Ancient and grand,
The rock of eloquence
A boon to the land.
Brushed by the daring
With audacious finesse,
Bestowing silver tongues
Through arresting address.
Mists caress the hills
And folklore breathes,
A dance with the arts
Inspiration seethes.
Whispers of fairies
Their muse in the air,
Guiding hands in crafts
With a tender care.
Within the tavern's haven
Here friendships ride,
Consuming fish and chips
Verses by the fireside.
The Blarney Stone's magic
In the artist's refrain,
This symphony of creativity
An unbridled domain.
To Blarney, we toast
Where poems takes flight,
In the domain of crafts
We set minds alight.
Copyright © Tadgh Quill-Manley | Year Posted 2024
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