On To Ireland
On to Ireland
Don’t look for me here anymore,
I’m moving on to Ireland
On the morrow, for
I’ve only one voice and
It’s longing to sing!
Henceforth, I’ll work as a seamstress,
Stitching everyone’s wings
To the sides of their hearts…
There in Ireland
Where everyone sings,
You may find me in Dublin dancing
With the ghost of Joyce. I’ll be
Reciting his words in his ear
As we twirl the streets
Song to song,
Pub to pub…Lyrics will lift us along,
Telling of lost loves,
Whiskey, and wandering
Through mountain heather.
So, I’ll be traveling
From this Bluegrass thoroughbred green
To the forever green of Ire’s land…
To its tunes,
I will “go lassie go.”
I’ll carry my my worlds within
and my pups at my side.
I’ll teach walls to talk.
‘llI stay clothed in
Music and history,
Wearingmy laced-up
Red boots on out to forage
The ephemeral
Regions, with
Poems fluttering loose
In my veins, feeding
On inspiration’s
nectar.
My skirt is lined with metaphors,
My hair is left down to catch the wind,
And my eyes keep a smiling gleam
Anyone will see, even
While I’m mourning at
The most recent Finnegan’s wake…
All sing,
“Diddle dee die do.”
My red boots are exceptionally
Good for doing a jig, too.
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(c) sally young Eslinger 9/28/21
All glory to God
Copyright © Sally Eslinger | Year Posted 2021
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