Short Concertina Poems
Short Concertina Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Concertina by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Concertina by length and keyword.
Irish Toast
Dhia Duit
the Irish love a good páirtí
and go at the craic with gusto
the Guiness and Jamesions flow
musicians gather round: bodhran, fiddle,
guitar, concertina, the hall
reverberates to the sounds of a lively ceili
lasting till the wee hours of the morning
enough to keep the fairy folk awake
when all is finished before leave takin’
a toast is hoisted with glasses all around
Slainte mhaith to you all
Went to see an Irish band
For a late St. Patrick’s day
In a little local restaurant
Not very far away.
The fireplace was crackling,
The menu Irish-based,
The Guinness fresh and flowing,
All just perfect for my taste.
The 3 piece combo sang and played
Guitar and pipe and flute.
A banjo and a concertina
Joined the fun, to boot.
We rarely get to do this
But as time makes it advance,
We should grab each opportunity
While we still have the chance.
The sea breathes
Gently in and out,
It seems to sigh upon the breeze.
Waves sparkle
Like liquid silver,
Dappled diamonds on restless swell;
Advancing
Gently up the shore,
Relentless, driven by the moon.
Aromas
Of rich dark seaweed,
Distinctive halogenic nose.
White egret
In rock pool dipping
While oystercatchers scream on by.
Eternal tide,
Pumping in and out
Like measured concertina strokes.
Mesmeric.
I could watch for hours,
Lost in timeless fascination.
The Friday that is here today
was here yesterday, of course.
That's what getting older seems to be, to do:
today was yesterday
was the day before
and before.
It's my weekly washday today -
weekly, but was here yesterday,
or so it appears.
Always appears to be.
Yes, so it seems,
and seems.
Time is a concertina.
Friday was a week from Friday,
then three or four days
before those days closed in,
closed in, closer and closer.
A concertina can squeal and whine.
(21 Oct 2023)