#writefearlessly

Beloved, what secrets might you hold, As I lie under your blue skies dreaming? Soft breezes blow roaming Dandelions Through chloremia moors, adventuring. Cherry blossoms begin plaiting through Candied-pink trees, ruffling your plain And nestlings come out to play.

Beloved, what stories might you tell As skies are thundering and raindrops fall? Dew kissed roses dance their last formal ball, Swaying to the soft songs of the ChiffChaff bird. Red Squirrels, industrious and endearing Pack their cheek pouches, full to overflowing As they prepare for a winter’s day.

Beloved, what whispers might you confide As a moon winks upon fallen snow Secreting Mourne Mountain’s sloping trail Hiding her haunting peaks and enchanted loughs As the race to find a Bride begins Between the Meadow Pipit and the Grey Wagtail, The Stonechat, and proud Peregrine

Beloved, what songs might you sing Odes to your Island, Chliara? Regale me the story of Clare, and her ruins Tuar Mor An answer to the threat of Napoleon’s war Add legends of the pirate Queen Grace O'Malley Where the Gannet, The WheatEar, and Barnacled Goose Watch in friendship; the ‘bounty’ of Ladies Bedstraw

Beloved, what dreams might you still imagine? Please tell me of Kilkenny’s medieval mastery Where the Swift, the Buzzard, the Robin and Wren, Stroll Norman Castle’s mazed lanes and winding wynd Expecting to make stranger into friend With a large frosty mug of Smithwick’s Ale, And… the proper shake of a well-manicured tail