I’ve read Fionn’s Chronicles, and I think, magic indeed thrives in Eire, the beauty of the land and of the people. Love the picture, nothing like it to bring childlike feelings to the fore. And you have a nostalgic haiku to match, great!
i believe you’re right, tom - it is indeed a magical place.
sarah
To write fiction, one needs a whole series of inspirations about people in an actual environment, and then a whole lot of work on the basis of those inspirations. — Aldous Huxley
An-mhaith ar bhfad!
i’m so sorry, ben, i don’t speak celtic. translation please.
sarah
Love the picture. It was always one of my favorites.
-smith
me too, smith. it’s a winner.
sarah
Simply beautiful Sarah. Your poetry and pictures complement each other so perfectly. Ali
thanks, sweetie. i love all things irish.
sarah
It means
Very good!
oh well, thank you then, so much.
sarah
One of my favorite pics/stories of all time.
I love the “magical” feeling it depicts, the picture and the poem.
thanks sweetie. the picture seems to be popular and i’m ashamed to admit i’d never seen it before.
sarah
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thank you, deborah - i’ll be happy to link to you.
sarah
Reminds me of my St. Patty’s day, spent it far out in the woods
sounds lovely, ozy.
sarah
I’ve read Fionn’s Chronicles, and I think, magic indeed thrives in Eire, the beauty of the land and of the people. Love the picture, nothing like it to bring childlike feelings to the fore. And you have a nostalgic haiku to match, great!
i believe you’re right, tom - it is indeed a magical place.
sarah
I don’t know.
I’ve been living here 19 odd years and the closest I’ve ever got to magic
was the fairy tree in the field out back.
oh ben,
you live in the land of all that is magical? i am so jealous.
sarah
FAIRY RINGS
Fairy rings lie hidden
Across a land of plenty
Intriguing and fey
Relentless dark mysteries
Yielding to no-one.
Round and round
In a mischievous dance
Nibbling at your heels
Grasp you they will
Stumbling old fools.
Robert-Gilles
(Old Dragon under the Quiet Hill in the Land of the Rising Sun)
oh…are we having a poetry off?
sarah
I don’t know… Just look at the first letter of each verse!
LOL
Robert-Gilles
ah, i see.
sarah
I love both — the poem and the pic.
Nice as usual, Sarah!
—Sherma
thank you, sherma - how are you?
sarah