burried and cured in sod's wallowing gallow
ground as tender flower of wonder
reading worlds into the hands
mired in swallows and clawed
she began trunks of brooches
for her second son
to flee the falling failing rakes
bested in deserts earthen ovens
rebuilding the gingers shant, easily
carnate fury, easters menage
blurry tests to bleak to smear
exposed to a heartless ember of septs
reticent snakes frail and drunk
back to the chest my second sons hum.......
county claire, connaught, easter risings
Categories:
connaught, africa, england, french,
Form: Free verse
there was a young man from Connaught
who never once had a deep thought
who fell into a well
said, man this is swell
I am in way over my head
Categories:
connaught, humorous,
Form: Limerick
TEMPTATION
There once was a man, who came from Connaught,
Who followed all the rules, that he was taught.
But on one, St. Patrick's day,
To be sure, was led astray.
With the Devil to pay, when he was caught.
2 / 27 / 2021.
For the St. Patrick's day poetry contest.
Sponsor L. Milton Hawkins.
Categories:
connaught, celebration, religious,
Form: Limerick