St. Paddy's Day

St. Paddy's Day

A Poem by Einstein Noodle
"

this is week four of my class assignment .. it relates to http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/green444/1947407/ a free verse form of the same thoughts ;)

"
She sat by the fire
old crone
Smoke
weaving stone into runes 
Rope
spun farther than the ancients of 
Dál Riata and Fergus Mór 
"You know what diseases you can get?"
"Yes"
My Da gave me the sex talk.
Nervousness and guilty shame all
Catholic on me
He never talked much.
An Gorta Mor
One million gone to the dirt and
one million more dispersed
the diaspora
We live in America now and 
St. Paddy's Day celebrates
the drink, the excess 
Corn Laws and the Troubles all behind
Oh the green holds true .. the isle, 
the shamrock
and flag

© 2017 Einstein Noodle


Author's Note

Einstein Noodle
Dál Riata: was a Gaelic overkingdom that included parts of western Scotland and northeastern Ireland, on each side of the North Channel ...
Fergus Mór mac Eirc was a legendary king of Dál Riata.
diaspora: those peoples who scatter from their homeland

My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register




Featured Review

I am I am a Riley and McCoy on one side and A Medlin on the other (don't know my birth Father) But I wasn't raised by Irish parents so I have almost no understanding of my Irish/Scottish heritage just some historical aspects I am a direct descendant of the McCoy's of the Hatfield and McCoy fame some of family still hails from the west Virginia mountains and I do have that famous Irish temper:) This poem background set aside has a very spiritual voice in it to me and an echo of the trials of the people forced to leave home.

Posted 1 Month Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Einstein Noodle

1 Month Ago

i am super stoked that this held those thoughts and feelings for you Mr. Riley, McCoy and Medlin ..... read more



Reviews

I am I am a Riley and McCoy on one side and A Medlin on the other (don't know my birth Father) But I wasn't raised by Irish parents so I have almost no understanding of my Irish/Scottish heritage just some historical aspects I am a direct descendant of the McCoy's of the Hatfield and McCoy fame some of family still hails from the west Virginia mountains and I do have that famous Irish temper:) This poem background set aside has a very spiritual voice in it to me and an echo of the trials of the people forced to leave home.

Posted 1 Month Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Einstein Noodle

1 Month Ago

i am super stoked that this held those thoughts and feelings for you Mr. Riley, McCoy and Medlin ..... read more

I think you already know I have waited forever for this to be posted again Gene ....tis terribly clever and emerald green throughout to be sure... oh and just for good measure Lá Fhéile Pádraig, "the Day of the Festival of Patrick" was visited almost a year ago and already carries my stain.. Bless ya sor..... Neville

Posted 2 Months Ago


Einstein Noodle

2 Months Ago

Neville! your stain on me pages is like a good gravy spilled on me shirt .. so good one will make to.. read more
Neville Pettitt

2 Months Ago

twas nowt but a pleasure sir, and all mine...
N.
Ah, now, we're talking, Gene!
Such a beautifully rendered Free Verse, with an opulence of imagery and metaphor; yet, sans a smidgen of abstraction to garble the fragile mind of this simple olde bard (not that I don't appreciate well-rendered abstract poetry) … grin*

You've brilliantly covered a wee bit of Ireland's history with a the gamut of feeling, tragedy, inspiring thought, imagination, and a clear sense of "being there" … even tossing-in a tad of Gaelic jargon and charming blush of youthful humor. ; )
And, what a scene you set for us with that first line … splendid!

Thanks for the useful Author's Note, too, and music video that enfolds a truly sad refrain. But as they say, "Freedom ain't free!"

Bet you got a 4.0 on this one from the MOOC's (massive open online course) instructor!
Excellently good stuff, Fellow Poet … miles of KUDOS 'n smiles! ⁓ Richard 🍃

Posted 2 Months Ago


Einstein Noodle

2 Months Ago

wow! ... a 4.0 from Richard!!!! i can die and go to heaven now sir :)))))))))))))))))))))))))))) muc.. read more
Richard 🍃

2 Months Ago

Not that you don't deserve it, but I actually said I bet your MOOC instructor gave you a 4.0.
Einstein Noodle

2 Months Ago

:} ...................
Isnt it funny how we mix our foundations with religion and temper them with war?

Posted 7 Months Ago


Einstein Noodle

7 Months Ago

now that is a deeeeeeeep well isn't it Tate? ...what a treat to have your visit sir .. and i am part.. read more
i love the rituals and practices of irish culture especially the religion and of course st patrick but most of all the brogue totally different

Posted 1 Year Ago


Einstein Noodle

1 Year Ago

i agree sette! lots to love about the Irish! ;) thank you so much for taking time and finding this o.. read more
sette

1 Year Ago

no problem my friend
Great write. The Irish have always had their troubles to seek.
Like the Scots, they always seem to wander the world, singing songs about home.
Amazingly they both still retain that great sense of humour.
Sadly, I think Sinead O'Connor has mental health problems now. What a haunting voice.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Einstein Noodle

1 Year Ago

thank you sir! your encouraging words always inspire me ..and on all other points ..i could not agre.. read more
Paul Bell

1 Year Ago

You too, Sir.
I love the use of random images to create this web and tale of the past.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Einstein Noodle

1 Year Ago

you read them both!!!! i am so happy you did my friend ...and thanks for reviewing ..your impression.. read more
Cherrie Palmer

1 Year Ago

I did it made me smile. My dad did not cook but he was always making Irish Stew(he'd cook the meat .. read more
Einstein Noodle

1 Year Ago

ahahaha ...good opl' Dad! ;)
dear E... all he did was keep her from the foggy foggy dew. I adore this Song... long may it be true... and you... syncapately, Pat

Posted 1 Year Ago


Patricia Wedel

1 Year Ago

Ha... the luck of the Irish along with Iris in bloom in the Spring!
Einstein Noodle

1 Year Ago

yes...the iris and the Irish :) boy oh boy! sorry about the fire and your losses ..:( i am praying f.. read more
Patricia Wedel

1 Year Ago

With two blue moons on the horizon... prayers could be answered. Amen God bless you and yours. tr.. read more
A wonderful poem my friend. Kids don't know. Life wasn't always easy. I did enjoy the poem. I love history. The Irish came to America to escape a prison. A blessing for the USA. Thank you dear friend for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

Posted 1 Year Ago


Coyote Poetry

1 Year Ago

They accepted me. Anyone who drink their whiskey and sing. Was family.
Einstein Noodle

1 Year Ago

yep! love ya man! best of the holidays to you
Coyote Poetry

1 Year Ago

I wish you and family. A happy and safe holiday.
Oh how I relate to this classic of poems 'E'. Being a Catholic who still feels the clearances and the potato famine and the exodus it is another deeply meaningful piece. In saying so Scotland once ruled Ireland when Bruce's brother was sent to parley with the Irish Chiefs but instead inserted himself as King of Ireland (only to be recalled, scolded by his brother King). Wonderful reading.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Einstein Noodle

1 Year Ago

https://app.novoed.com/poetry-and-plays-2017
i am very happy with the things i learned ... we.. read more
John Alexander McFadyen

1 Year Ago

Thank you Sir 'E' I will register.
Einstein Noodle

1 Year Ago

:) .............

First Page first
Previous Page prev
1
Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


Stats

650 Views
13 Reviews
Rating
Added on August 22, 2017
Last Updated on September 5, 2017

Author

Einstein Noodle
Einstein Noodle

Pork Rind, AK



About
Last week I completed about 75% of an AARP crossword puzzle correctly ... I can not believe it! I have been here on WC for several years now and want you all to know how fortunate i feel having had .. more..

Writing

Related Writing

People who liked this story also liked..


Forget You Forget You

A Poem by Amber