Righteous Eire

Here in Eire, poetry
floats in the Guinness
and
is baked in the scones.

Ever emerald green and firm fences
edging the roads
make of me a verse
and yet I’m
not quite there:
sorting through the
grammar of bog and mountain,
coast and cill
working on the
vocabulary of
penny flute and dancing with a broom.

But this island is patient,
schooled in hedges.

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8 thoughts on “Righteous Eire

  1. There are parts of the world where being a poet is a legitimate occupation. For now, Canadians can content themselves with producing their poems for free for the enjoyment of all, as I enjoy your thought provoking work!

    • agjorgenson says:

      Thanks! Yes, I recall hearing a Leonard Cohen interview wherein he told the CBC reporter that once he had a family he knew he had to give up being a poet for a living, and so chose to become… a musician!

  2. Mary Irene says:

    Just beautiful! Makes me home sick for Ireland…..thank you for writing this exquisite piece ❤

  3. diannegray says:

    This is absolutely lovely, Allen xx

  4. shoreacres says:

    It occurs to me that “Dancing With A Broom” would be a wonderful title for a poetry collection. The thought of brooms brings to mind a proverb I grew up with, that came from the Irish side of the family, whether it was Irish or not: “A new broom sweeps clean, but an old broom knows the corners.”

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