Ireland Prose Poems
These Ireland Prose poems are examples of Prose poems about Ireland. These are the best examples of Prose Ireland poems written by international poets.
Tuatha De Danann Categories: environment, fairy, myth, nature,
She heals the trees, Goddess Danu,
she is the keeper of Spring.
She’s been seen by very few,
regenerating plant beings.
Oh, the power she possesses,
this goddess of...
Churriana Categories: prose, allegory, imagery, ireland, places,
something stirred in this place, long long ago
half-hidden haven on the crowding hillside
Seeking Sanctuary Categories: prose, earth, family, green, health,
On my way into our sanctuary
this past Sunday morning
a woman I had met in choir
was strangely inclined
to share her family history.
Her dad came over...
MAKE PLANET EARTH GREAT AGAIN Categories: prose, dark, fear, planet,
As Families, Back When God was the head.
We'd huddle together fearing a storm, powerless in the cellar crouching in the dark, We children were...
Redacted Heritage Categories: prose, culture, perspective, slavery, truth,
Being culturally erased is a painless procedure,
take away the native tongue
and communication cease
Unable to give expression of a horrific new reality
to another kindred soul...
Call a Priest, My Father Said Categories: christian,
My father never talked much about religion but he went to Mass every Sunday, the 6:30 Mass where few people would be and he wouldn’t...
McGillicuddy's Wake Categories: death of a friend,
Two new crutches and two double shots of Bushmills Irish Whiskey enabled Joe Faherty to move from the back seat of Moira Murphy's 1976 Buick...
A Trick My Father Learned in Prison Categories: ireland, prison, war,
I’m not saying my father hated the English, God forbid. If he were still alive, he’d hate to hear me say that. He’d correct me...
Patsy Foley Was Roly-Poly in 1947 Categories: memory,
It may have been the devil himself who prompted the kids in my schoolyard back in 1947 to chant "Patsy Foley's roly-poly from eating too...
My Parents Were Illegal Immigrants in the United States Categories: america, immigration,
In 1920, my father, 16, was a guest of the British government. He was a prisoner of their forces occupying Ireland at the time, a...
THE WHISTLE Categories: prose, car, child, dad,
Rural Ireland 1964.
First day of school.
Little brown school case.
School overlooking beautiful bay.
Miss Mc Cloon, elderly teacher.
Good friend of my Dad.
Looks up on hearing loud whistle.
Love Need Not Be Tested Categories: marriage,
She was such a wee thing, bouncing when she walked. You could hear Ireland in her voice. Countless days and nights she waited,...
A Winter's Rime Categories: prose, bereavement, death, grave, ireland,
(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...
He Didn't Leave Much Categories: prose, fathers day,
He Didn’t Leave Much
He didn’t leave much,...
Fertile Crescent, i Categories: war,
The feeling of the sun, overshadowing
My morality, my righteousness
That sun over my left should,
Threatening to tinge me if
I pontificate platitudes that
Fail to connect me...
Encompassed in Memory Categories: prose, faith, hope, life, music,
Cool mountain streams reflect the cobalt blues and greys of sky
Restful twilight with stars scattered as if on a canvas ...
A visit to an old church in Ireland Categories: prose, devotionprayer,
A visit to an old church in Ireland
Stone upon stone
I see fields of green
Swaying to the east
Where the sun will greet
Those who visit
Grandfathers Church Categories: prose, faithlonging,
A visit to an old church in Ireland,
Built by dirty hands, their will never tiring
Green lightly stroked, God’s fingers the wind
My eyes, refracted light...
Mocking The Raven Categories: prose, history, imagination, loss, war,
When I was young, I would mock the raven,
Never dreaming her harsh call was a cry
Across the water to the castle of her brother