Dance Ireland Poems

                        ...

Read More

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,...

Read More

Across the hills in the  morning mist,
Are the soft echoes of the bagpipes, as gentle as a mother’s kiss.
In the dark of night as...

Read More

For a St Patty’s day jig I need a pink pig.
His dog was irritated. His name was Quig.
I can dance a jig, just give me...

Read More

Spirit of the ancient isles,
Of Erin and of Albion,
I call to thee,
Please come to us,
Ancient spirit come to me,
I call to thee,
In moorland wind,
And highland...

Read More

Doing an Irish Jig***

(To the music of The Bothy Band)
          ———     ...

Read More

Let’s dress up in green! It’s a cinch!
You don’t have to cover each inch.
We’ll dance on green hillocks
among all the shamrocks!
Come on or I’m going...

Read More

Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

Read More

Sonnets LXI-LXX

Erin
by Michael R. Burch

All that’s left of Ireland is her hair?
bright carrot?and her milkmaid-pallid skin,

her brilliant air of cavalier despair,
her train of children?some conceived...

Read More

Padraig's Fire

Hurry!
Hurry through the night
With windstorms
Breathing at your back
Before the shadows know
You pass their doors -
Their darkened, dusty, empty hearths -
Before the dawn ascends -
Before...

Read More

I am of Ireland
(anonymous Medieval Irish Lyric, circa 13th-14th century AD)
translation by Michael R. Burch

I am of Ireland,
and of the holy realm of Ireland.
Gentlefolk I...

Read More

Deep within the ancient woods of Ireland
There lies hidden within its floral beauty
A hidden ring of mushrooms in a vast clearing
Where the fairies come out...

Read More

Come fill your glasses to the brim with good ole Irish ale
Then listen to my story lads, it’s quite a stirring tale.
Our kith and kin...

Read More

chieftains trade their loyalty behind the clouds
  high mountain king Carrantouhil commanding his Macgillycuddy Reeks
  men of begotten rank, scheming skulduggery
  secrets...

Read More

This is a true story about an old Wise Woman who lived in the wilds of
West Ireland in the late 1800's.

She was a Seer, Healer....

Read More