07.01.2010
In one year or ten, in time uncertain
She’ll follow her heart’s desire,
An Aryan maiden will leave her brethren
To find her dream-love in Eire.
As in ancient tales, she’ll set her sails,
Breasting the dangers dire
Of squalls and gales and banshees’ wails,
For the Isle of Emerald Eire.
She’ll seek him o’er hill, by brook and by rill,
At every hearth enquire,
She’ll follow with skill, with passionate will,
The dream-scented music of Eire.
At last on a rock by laughing loch
She’ll glimpse a lone lad with a lyre;
No need for talk, heart in heart they shall walk
‘Cross mysterious meadows of Eire.
In dell and in dingle, two beings made single
Will tune into Nature’s choir,
Their feelings will mingle, their hearts be a-tingle
In the song-filled swales of Eire.
In sun and in shade, in glen and in glade
They’ll burn in a breathing fire;
And in each other fade, like the rose and the jade
In the dreamlit dusk of Eire.
In one year or ten, in time uncertain
She’ll follow her heart’s desire;
But often ere then, she’ll meet in dream-ken
Her dream-love in faraway Eire.
The poem I just read made me forget
ReplyDeleteAnd build a funeral pyre
Of all that is said in a world that is dead.
O, to live in the magic of Eire –
To see a young sprite find her prince for her bride
And fulfill her heart’s desire,
In their love’s delight to dream all night
Of the enchanted realm of Eire!
Beautiful poem sharing your deepest emotions!
Cheers! Well done!
Thanks Titu, for your beautiful comments! I'm glad you liked the poem, but I feel it could have been better. I've never before written a ballad, and it's the first time I tried internal rhymes!
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