Flynn's Fancy

Thinking of old pictures

part of a humble past.

Turning threw old scrapbooks...

Well! Imagine that!

How could I have ever known

what pieces that were missing?

My family has hidden them,

Secrets of a kissing.

They'd said it never happened.

But mischief leaves it's heart.

Of dasterdly deeds and mishaps

and past ties, holding tight?

I never knew the tale

of how this came to be.

But evermore I think on it.

The clearer it seems to me.

Yet the story to unfold,

is of these two Irish blokes.

A man and a girl persay?

What ugly games come this way?

They never told their final tale.

In the end they lost and failed.

Only to one whom cares,

The dealer only meant to spare.

O Death thy comfort do you lack,

of blacken beauties on thy back.

O dear Flynn where is thy sheath,

take this! Take all of me!

Author's Note

Thinking of you...a dear old friend.

Reviews

[Colin Stewart]

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[Y.F.]

Hmm, sounds like there's quite a story hidden behind this poem. Maybe you'll tell it to me sometime. :)
Wonderfully penned - I really enjoyed the rhyming and rhythm of it.