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Irish Roads
by SilverCeltic Moon

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On life's paths, many roads are traveled. This is the way I veiw the roads of Ireland....


PS...The picture was taken by my husband, Mike, who took it just down the road from the "Rock of Cashel" of which we have pictures too. ;) Silver


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Irish Roads, serpentine and shiny with rain,


wind through the irish countryside.


Every curve reveals a different


facet of scenery that enhances the ride.


Castle ruins appear, as if by magic,


around the next bend like something


out of a fairytale, a mystery or a long lost friend.


Piles of stone, scattered around, are all


that's left of a dynasty.


The misty air hangs heavy with the sighs of


spirits who long to be free.


Walking around in the wet grass


under the shadows of once kingly realms,


the past seems close enough to touch


and see the knights still at their watchful helms.


Pagentry of a long ago era slices through the still air...


unheard by those who linger


around and loiter there.


The sense of being haunted is not


from the sight of an ectoplasmic being...


it comes from the closeness


to it's past rather than the present it's seeing.


Cathedrals, abbeys and monesteries still,


if you listen well, echo with voices, bells ringing


and counting out the hours, the


hush of whispered prayers and unearthly singing.


Centuries press close and crowd in


with a message they've long waited to convey;


to not forget the lessons


learned from mistakes made along the way.


Spectral warnings from long dead


kings, bards and priests


gather and provide a aura of


urgency coming from the deceased.


Huge windows, now devoid of


their colorful stained and leaded glass,


stare blankly into the twilight


and out into the tall, green grass.


Coming back to the car afterwards,


weighed down by the images from the past,


we are letting a breath, that up to then


had been held unnoticed, out at last.


 


 


 

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Reviewed by Lois Christensen 6/6/2008
Thank you for this travels of a traveled path in Ireland. The photo is neat. Travelin by computer is as good as being there and your descriptions make it seem so real. Thanks again.
Reviewed by Rebekah Rosie Lang 8/17/2003
The photo is beautiful my dear! The poem is breathtaking also! (no pun intended) I like your work!
Reviewed by Lisa Cannons 7/31/2003
Light and love Silver
It's been quite awhile since I've been here, now I'm wondering why I waited so long... So glad I dropped in feeling refreshed enough to get back to work, and of course reading you has given me some idea too..... now, where's my pen ;-)
Hugs
Irish
Reviewed by Janet Caldwell 6/14/2003
The poem and photo are like a deep pulling inside ones soul. Thank you for sharing my Dear Lass.

Love & Light, Janet xoxoxo
Reviewed by SilverCeltic Moon 6/13/2003
Our trip to Ireland was a combination of fantasy and deepness that can never be totally expressed by the written word. The closeness of it's past hangs down like a blanket over the present and the air is thick with memories of times past. Ireland is both ancient and yet, youthful. The people are so friendly it makes you wonder why everyone can't be like that and the countryside is so beautiful and magical. I could go on and on about that mystical place...but, I don't have time or space here to do so. Forgive me if I take my time writing more poems about Ireland, but the images are so strong, I will have to let them flow out on their own. ;) Silver
Reviewed by Patrick Cassidy (Reader) 6/12/2003
That was really an exceptional piece. I think that you captured the essence of "the old sod". The melancholiness was something that my grandfather (Irish immigrant) always used to mention.
Reviewed by Cathy Montgomery (Reader) 6/11/2003
So beautiful--beautiful photo, as well!!
Reviewed by Tinka Boukes 6/9/2003
This is gorgeous!!
Reviewed by Amor Sabor 6/9/2003
There is a lot of beauty described here, Silver. What beautiful magic you weave.
Amor
Reviewed by A PAX 6/9/2003
oh my goodness! how beautiful!
Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado 6/9/2003
gorgeous write; love it! my parents have been to ireland; said it is beautiful and that the people treated them very well; they would love to go back! (((HUGS))) and love, your friend in texas, karen lynn. :)
Reviewed by Christine Morell 6/9/2003
Silver,
This is gorgeous. I know Ireland and you have captured her essence. Excellent.
I have many photos like uyours here :)
~Chrissie
Reviewed by Paul Berube 6/9/2003
Silver, beautiful poem and imagery. Love the colors in your picture.
Reviewed by Nicole Davis Vergara (Reader) 6/9/2003
Ooooo Silver Celtic Moon this is a fabulous piece of well expressed imagery...made me feel like I was truly viewing Irish Roads thru your eyes...Outstanding...I love it!
Gods and Goddesses Bless
~Nikki~
Reviewed by Jack Roberts 6/8/2003
Sounds like a neat place. Well done!!

Jack
Reviewed by Birdie Houston 6/8/2003
Bravo !Bravo this was hype ......fabulous poem
Reviewed by Kate Clifford 6/8/2003
Wonderful imagery you have shared of a great country. Some day I hope to experience it for myself.
Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson 6/8/2003
Glad your back safe. An inchanting, exciting, land you speak of. My roots come from Sweden, not far from Ireland.
I've been busy writing & sketching fun stuffens.
Reviewed by Gwen Dickerson 6/8/2003
Welcome back! What a hauntingly beautiful poem.
Reviewed by Carolyn Red Bear (The Bear Paw) 6/8/2003
I missed you, Silver! And oh how I wish I could see Ireland! This almost takes me there. Thank you.....
-Bear
Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader) 6/8/2003
Celtic,

Your back it was marvelous Yes!! I can feel it in your verses I am in awe to the imagery and verses Oh to see Ireleand..
"under the shadows of once kingly realms,



the past seems close enough to touch



and see the knights still at their watchful helms.



Pagentry of a long ago era slices through the still air...



unheard by those who linger



around and loiter there."
Peggy

So glad your back this is beautiful!