Irish Eyes

Flash fiction piece. Really, I'm procrastinating my a*s off right now!

 

You asked me once to write about Ireland, your heritage, your name and your blood. As if the Isle of Kerry meant something to me beyond, of course, it being the birthplace of Yeats.

“I don’t have any Irish in me at all!” I protested, motioning to the muddy brown locks curling on my shoulders and the deep tan glowing on my skin. You just laughed and made a crude joke, which I more than half expected.

Trying a new, intellectual approach, I said, “Besides, traditional Irish writing, poetry and prose, is written about the island, the homeland. It’s not written about people at all. How could I ever write a poem about a place I’ve never been?”

You were quiet for a moment, and I started to believe you would relent and let me finish studying. Instead you came and sat down across from me. You stared at me intently for a minute or two and I could feel your warm ocean blue eyes, those Irish eyes, penetrating deeply into my own of cool mossy green.

“Ah, lassie,” you whispered softly, slipping effortlessly back into the dialect of your ancestors, “don’t you see the Emerald Isle now?”

I knew you had me now, damn stubborn Irishman that you are.

Reviews

[Mauricio Montoya]

cool piece there Irish on my mothers side, nice work will there be more?
keep on writing.

[Wesley D. Stein]

Brilliant piece. I'm not sure I've ever seen a first-person piece maintain such a narrative quality- usually, once the writer begins telling the story, some things get lost: the emotion, description and mood. But with this, I feel they are strengthened by virtue of the perspective. Cheers. Absolutely great writing.

[Kelley Pascoe]

I'm Irish too!!! You will get alot on here that are(smile) Great start to something new.
Thanks for sharing.
Kelley Frost

[Dawn Jones]

I'M IRISH!!!lol
With my irish eyes and all. I've never been there either, desprately desire going though, but it never stopped me from trying to write about it. I love this.