Winter Ireland Poems

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...

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They've trimmed the tops off trees outside,
Where will the black crows now reside?
Perch upon the remaining stubs up high
To view the cold but clear January...

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It was another grey stone winter.
Menacing Queen Beira terrorized the countryside.
We traveled the winding cobblestone way,
the grey stone winter way. 

We believed in anything to...

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The pure stream rumbles out, surely sacred
With magical properties evoking sighs.
Ancient secrets of this place become naked.
Suspicions, therefore, do quickly arise.

Will fertility come to its...

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Brigid made a promise 
One February day
Spring's coming soon, 
I heard her say
Her lush scent,
Longed for, remembered
Came wafting through
First time since September
Salt air, wet dirt
Oh...

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Hearthside: an Imagined Sequel to "When You Are Old"
by Michael R. Burch

“When you are old and grey and full of sleep...” ? W. B. Yeats

For...

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CLARITY   FROM  OBSCURITY

Time the wanderer  -
For  a pyramid moment stilled  -
On a rain-filled winter night
In dark  narrow streets
Often...

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Erin, for a girl who embodies Ireland
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...

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A Poem For May.

As autumn shade's fall softly upon the ground and cloud's 
Melt away as the sun drift's down. Colour's burst into light 
and...

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 The Maiden of Carbury Hill 

I remember a story told of a red-haired girl who never grew old,
who died when there came a great...

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born under the sea, an irresistible force
  two bodies reluctantly embrace, shunting, shifting, tectonic drifting
  alongside the southern Iapetus Ocean
  equatorial deep-time...

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The end of my hillbilly blues                   ...

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(In a churchyard in Northern Ireland)


Through the broken and barren trees
Winter exhales its coldest breeze
From the wintry breath of northern seas
That can chill the warmest...

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Our wild heart we shall not tame
Or shall we be anyone slave
Nor shall we hang our head in shame
Freedom is what we truly crave
We realised...

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Thou’re closed to lagoon; nay any fathom,
Mock with my vile scream and move on.
Myself is only sticking  here on my own,
Don’t shed tears when...

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