Ireland’s Springtime

One of two poems I wrote while traveling through Ireland.

In the Autumn of my life l visit Ireland’s Springtime...
the landscaped is dressed in a tweed
green fields crossed in stones and hedges
heavily textured, muted colors threading~
deep and rich yellow blooms of gorse
floating above a white and purple lake of wildflowers,
the fog gathers and wisps like pipe smoke
while coves of the Irish Sea breathe a mist
gently swelling with the brine of her tide,
haunting, lie the stones of Saxon Lords
stacked in her defense ages past...
unforgotten is the blood seeded
and her people foam the streets of Dublin
like the surge settling as a Guinness stands,
their words smooth and welcoming
tongues lilting with enthusiastic charm
a roasted coffee flavoring each conversation
she feels simultaneously familiar and unfamiliar
like visiting one’s own ghost from a past life
a wistful nostalgia for tomorrow’s dreams...

Reviews

[Sel]

You really captured the beauty of Ireland with your words, you truly did a great job describing it.

[Scott Kris]

Thank you Sel. I’m glad it was meaningful.

Scott

[Eilis]

I’ve had an extended love-affair with Ireland but I’ve never been. I’ve wanted to visit since I was a child and have just grown more drawn to it since. It is a beautiful country and I love the way you’ve described it here as something both wild and refined, rugged and cozy. I think these juxtapositions are part of what makes it so enchanting. Welcome to the site. I did enjoy your poem very much. It feels windswept and storied.

[Scott Kris]

Thank you fir the kind thoughts abd your time to read and review. I go hope you get to visit Ireland. It is a magical place indeed.

Scott

[Chris Shaw]

Wonderfully descriptive lines of the beauty of Ireland, both the scenery and the warmth of the people. I have worked in both the south and north and have spent time with friends in Cork. I have very fond memories. You paint a lovely canvas here with your words Scott. Good job done and most enjoyed.

Chris

[Scott Kris]

Thank you Chris. I doubt it he could ever capture the true magic. Yet this was a little bit of my experience. I’m happy the write dies it done small justice.

Scott

[Gee]

Was over in Ireland for a friends 60th just 3 weeks ago, beautiful country and the folk are friendly, welcoming and funny. Plenty of Guinness, Jamesons, singing and dancing.
Enjoyed your words Scott

[Scott Kris]

Glad to know you are enjoying the festivities. Ha.
Thank you for your comments.
The folk are indeed special.

Scott

[W. Barrett Munn]

Hi Scott.

You are obviously comfortable with words. I believe this work would have more impact in first person present tense which then allows you to describe the drama of how these scenes felt to you.

Winston

[Scott Kris]

Thank you. I whole heartedly agree.
Am I wrong to think I did write the poem in present tense? Only the title is past tense. Like an invitation to the story I then tell in real time as I experienced her.

[W. Barrett Munn]

Sorry, meant in first person present tense. Not, I visited Ireland but something like Here lies Ireland at my feet, I see her yada yada yada.

Winston

[Scott Kris]

Ah… now the blind man can see. Ha. Thank you.