seven blind foals

I had so much fun writing this poem. Truly an emotional and intellectual challenge.

  • First, I got to express my obsession with County Clare and the Cliffs of Moher in Ireland. Please go visit there before you die – it will change your life.
  • Second, the challenge of writing a modern twist on a sonnet. Strict 14-line structure, rhyme scheme, 10 syllables per line (mostly, hehe).  But thematically quite different from Shakespeare’s deliciously pragmatic “my mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun.”
  • Third, incorporating the old Irish story The Leap of Foals. It really fit the idea of old gods declining, replaced by a new god, when St Patrick brought Christianity to pagan Ireland.
  • Fourth, the existential moment, maybe even crisis, realized in the last 6 lines. If gods can be destroyed, what are we as mortals? A bit nihilistic in its revelations, but the dark sentiments hit me with a massive emotional wallop.

We poets are a selfish lot. We write for ourselves and hope our audiences come along and enjoy our mad ramblings. Please let me know your thoughts on this poem in the Comments section below.

Slaintѐ. ☘ ☘ ☘

4 comments

  1. Clever…

    I pictured myself standing among the clouds while I was crumbling gods in my hand and dropping the gold fairy dust that remained all over the world beneath me. Strength and power to the people.

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