Irish-American Tribute
Father,
you sang
a bonny Irish tune,
a blarneyed shamrock
brogue,
making merry
with the kissing stone.
Your sun-starred chestnut curls
wild with cowlick
refusing to be combed.
Freckled eyes smiling—
emeralds pooled
on sparring hearts
dying
to be free.
We still listen
as we
worship
your weary-worn
rocky hills
and fertile fields
caught
by the strings of the Celtic-harp song.
Jill Morgan Clark
Jill Morgan Clark's writing
has appeared in various books and literary magazines —Lerner Publications
The Vanishing Series, Capper’s, The Independent Review, Pocket Change
Literary Magazine, Hedge Apple Literary Magazine, and forthcoming
Celestial Musings. Her current short story series, “Machete” is
published through Lyonesse Press: The Silver Empire.
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Poetry
Very beautiful poem, Jill. It's a wonderful tribute to your dad.
ReplyDeleteI had the fortune of meeting Joe and enjoyed his breaking out in Irish songs.
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