A Little Note From Ireland Beyond the Panorama June 13, 2020

A Little Note From Ireland

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Sleepy little town, my favourite spot around; I urge you, wake up, wake up and show me what magic you hide, what charms you spell. 

The morning was icy, the birds chirpy, and I remember the amber rays of the sun toasted my pale skin ever so warmly; 

The grass was wet, the cows outnumbered the people, and as far as the eye could see, even beyond the horizon, were cobbled walkways and brick-lined walls. 

“Take me away, far away from the geese and cows and lorries, away from the farm and countryside”, I say to my beautiful little town, and bade farewell to the deep blue skies that I thought I knew so well.

With a jig in my step, I kissed for the gift of the gab; it was like nothing I’ve seen or felt before, and I stop multiple times to breathe in the stale scent of this city life.

My gothic dreams in front of my eyes, I sing hallelujah to the cathedral and thank God for all the blessings I never realize;

So overcome with emotion and exhilaration, I walk along the fairy-lit promenade, listing in my head all the Bailey’s cheesecakes and puddings I’ve got to try. 

I asked the bearded man behind the bar what a single malt is, and the next thing I know I’m moving my legs in an odd fashion to the tune of the flute and fiddle, laughing along with several strangers, all of whom, through my blurry vision and hazy mind, look like red-headed little leprechauns. 

The tiny pub so full of life, I remember every jug being passed around, filled to the rim in all its frothy golden glory – like the sunshine that morning, that kissed my pale skin, miles away, in this very land of geese and cows and lorries. 

The moment that inspired me to write this poem!

June, 2019.

Nandini Sethi
Nandini Sethi

Sometimes dolefully insightful, sometimes plain distressed state of mind, but always love. I think there’s a bit of love in everything we write. 

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