The blarney stone that must be kissed,
upon the young and old secret wish.
As leprechauns hide in the trees
Equinox calls for winter’s eve.
Promising to find a rainbow’s gold
while tales of Gaelic undertake of old.
Now the Celts beckon their clover green,
caftan plaid skirts give away the genome,
Threnody hushed from the past…
as renaissance of wishes forever last.
© CMM 2013
(dedicated to Stephanie n Jonathan )
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Reblogged this on Eagle and Child Inkling and commented:
St. Patrick’s Day in coming soon—