Ireland – St Patrick’s Day and Beyond

  I see strapping Irish men, with beer mugs In their firmly held fists, dancing By the river Liffey, telling anecdotes on How they are different from the rest of the world. How the Talus bone was made for river dancing, Tapping away, hitting their heels on the firm earth, And how their four-lobed liver…

Ireland on St Patrick’s Day 2018

How the windy plains, Hides the whispers of personal anguish, Those villages left behind by time. The land of Seamus Heaney, The poetry of large stones, marking Borders, and games of Gaelic football Kicks and catches, that Go marching forward, while In the middle of town, rest, The archetype Church, the tinted Glass and the…

St Patrick’s Day

March becomes the march, Called a crawl, a long pub crawl. How bellies distend to beer-bellies In one night of frolicking fun. How a country of Catholics, Share the Eucharist of French Fries And draught beer, and that day, That transcends to the next one, Spanning past midnight, when You find storytellers, relaying anecdotes That…