Irish Sidhe's

Dreams and illusions?

The snow keeps falling. I wonder if it will ever stop? I miss the green, the hills of my home. I remember the music playing all over the faerie mounds. These forbidden times make me dare to venture to the house of my Ancestors. I wonder what it there? I have been told that it is a land of Tir na nOg (The Land of the Young). Some Irish say that it is the heart where dreams never end and trickster's set in. Yet in my dreams I find the land of beauty and my hear soars. Not for my Irish hear yearn's that the Sidhe (faeries; fair folk) life. Will I ever be found in the land of my dreams...?

Author's Note

Ignore grammar problems if any. :)

Reviews

[xXx]

i find your use of Gaelic in your writings romantic for your country's honor and pride. i love the ease at which you write for your beloved Ireland. your hopes, wishes, dreams, longings .. it reads real because you are real with your feelings and puts this reader to peace and inline with the flow of the writings .. not so much the critic as the passenger along for the ride.

to eliminate the interupts of defining the Gaelic terms within the writings, may i suggest a small glossary of terms used at the end of the poems?

[fhamie]

i enjoyed reading your write...i'm in awe..when you incorporate Gaelic...i've met an Irish lady couple of years ago, i like it when she speaks..
i've learned a word now..Sidhe!! thanks.

keep it up! well done!

[Nate E. Flake (Cösmic ..]

...very fantasy like...Ireland, I feel you! The lush land of Ireland! I like how you put a lot of your culture in your poetry!