Tuesday, September 1, 2009

InisOirr

Here is another poem from my trip to Ireland. We visited the Aran Island of InisOirr (Inishere) on a spectacular day and took a pony cart ride around the island. Just as we were leaving, another cart driver asked if we wanted a ride. Here is my poem.

InisOirr
The craggy shores of InisOirr drew nearer as we sailed
Upon a silken sea beneath white clouds
As we drew up to the dock the magic island beckoned
Its spider web of stone walls called us forth
We met a thousand dreams, some ancient, some brand new
But each one sang to us enchanted songs
The island dogs served escort as wanderings led to wonders
Everyplace we stopped called to our souls
And lives are lived in full there in peace and simple pleasure
The best of all the ages holding fast
Yet too soon departure called and as reluctantly I answered
A cart man pitched a ride about his land
"The sun is here," he said, "it shines here every day"
He smiled to let me in on his small jest
My hand went to my heart as I answered him in kind
"It shines in here, that's good enough for me."

Copyright (c) 2009 Mary Beth Watt. All rights reserved.

1 comment:

  1. I love these Irish poems! And this site! Thank you, Mary Beth!

    Let me know if you'd like me to share the site in my Newsletter and on Facebook. I'd be delighted to do so...

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