Ireland

Wrote this shortly after visiting Ireland. A place, without doubt, I want to return to.

I welcome cold beckoning sea

raging and bellowing it calls to me.

Oh beautiful and rugged land,

sing of your past,

what has lingered and what has last.

Whisper your secrets,

I open my palms to thee. 

Embrace my soul,

for you're all I dream of,

you're all I see.

Melancholy land, 

haunting melody.

I entreat you.

I long for your sweet kiss, 

your power and your mystery,

my heart certain to miss.

The memory of your hands upon my face.

Cold spitting waters swaying,

as our hands interlace. 

My soul longs for you

calling every night

My eyes searching

searching for your emanating light

Aching for your misty ocean,

trickling waterfalls.

It’s for you that my heart silently calls.

So bring me back

fold me into your arms

let me linger in your rolling hills of green

Let me sing of all I’ve seen.

Let me dance in your rippling wild waters

Regale me with stories of your lost forefathers.

Let me chant to mirthless earth of your whispering undertones,

Let me entreat the raging winds of their melancholy moans.

Let me fasten hold to the love I’ve grown.

For I long for your beauty,

your endless colossal waves,

I ache for your inspirations

your tellings of lives long lived. 

For so aptly you make my heart wild and tender.

For so swiftly passion blooms deep in my chest

for you are the one I wish to know best

Let me become familiar with the planes and valleys of your beauty

the musings of your vast and wondrous mind let me ponder, 

Stoney cliffside and rocky shore,

there is nothing I am more certain,

then there is nothing I could want more

Pelting rain and thickening cloud

here I can say what my heart sighs aloud

I stand upon slippery bedrock.

rain pelting on.

Yet I revel in it.

I can hear your music in the earth,

in the sea,

It calls gentle and sweet,

it calls to me...

Reviews

[William Gardner]

Ireland is definitely for poets. You capture the sense of being there nicely. Let me dig in s bit with you. Poetry should give as many images with as few words as possible. Do you need every line here? You repeat yourself. The poem has more power if you give it more punch. Just my opinion.