Sat 9 Oct, 2004 10:14 pm
Come with me my bride, down to the inlet
Where sand and sea foam kiss the mussel beds.
Walk with me my love, across rocky crags
Rough-hewn by the wind and the sea's torrents.
Let us hike through dark woods, where faerie folk
Sing mournful airs and dance ferociously
To unheard sounds of secret jigs and reels.
We'll listen in wonder to the tall tales
Of the ould ones enjoying pints of stout,
Inky black, topped with a virgin white cap
That echos the colours of raging waves
In a winter storm. The gannets, in flight,
Live our dream of Ireland, gracefully
Traversing the landscape, at one with it.
Well done cav. Excellent imagery.
A very loving and memorable poem, Cav. Most excellent! Your wife is a lucky gal!