. Poetry from The Great In-Between: Aibreann. My Irish Lover

Wednesday, July 27, 2022

Aibreann. My Irish Lover

 

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(A reflective voice whispers)


I met my own Aphrodite just once

So long ago in my youth


When emotions were raw and always appeared


So unpolished or uncouth


We met by the blue sea 

In distant lands


Dancing to music played by passing Northern bands


In good old County Donegal  

The land of Kings


We twirled and danced some wild and merry jigs


We kissed so deep

Looking into eyes of each other


Underneath the Blarney Stone

And stumbled  when we parted 


Like drunk spellbound lovers

To our homes


Now I'm seventy-five  

Patiently  

Living on my own


I still look for her instead


Through joyous and spirited recollections  

From when we were once wed


To memories of that beloved Blarney Stone


A magical place we once kissed

Before we went home


When the world was all ours 

As we laughed and danced


When everything seemed to happen 

As if ordained by long-lost chance 


When we sat like long-lost lovers on green hills  


And counted the twinkling watching stars and our blessings


When no one was ill


When life revolved around joyous songs and dance


But now I am old and grey  

And as I tend your grave


I know we'll always be together again


For death can never break loves golden chains


I pray soon  

To hear the Northern bands


Play once more


As I open up Heaven's 

Great silvery doors


To find a new place waiting


Where happiness costs

Nothing at all


To be young again  

In beautiful old Donegal


Our new lands of but one King


To finally embrace

Kiss and sing  


Underneath that new Blarney Stone


Simply to be together for eternity

And call that new place home


With you 


My beloved Aibreann 

My Irish Lover 


The only woman I loved

As much as my mother


(C)

Copyright John Duffy



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