In June, my siblings and I are taking my dad back to Ireland to celebrate his 80th birthday. Needless to say, my mind is a bit preoccupied with all things Irish these days.
Every time I return to the motherland, I am always gobsmacked by the natural beauty. But, in particular, the purple-pink heather and the bright yellow gorse that seem to flourish ubiquitously.
While I am certain there are myriad other wildflowers mixed into this quantum entanglement, as a poet, I am delighted by the metaphorcial and symbolic irony of two plants, so intertwined and connected, that represent such different things.
This poem tries to capture that notion on a few levels. And I am really excited to hear your thoughts and feelings on it this week (in the Comments section below). Sláinte!
-PS Conway ☘ ☘ ☘
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heather and gorse grow ‘long the hill
high above the sea, ever bound
together in harmony, still
wrought from eccentricity,
the children of uncommon ground
the gorse soft whispers bumblebees
to whisk ‘midst her bright yellow scent
sweet fecundity on springtide breeze
a blushing bride, a farmer’s fields
ushers Lugh’s smile, absent relent,
the heather : the heath : the heathens
bring odors of damp earth, of cold,
remind the fallow ground of famine
the sound of poverty on the wind
grinding poverty taken hold
thus entwined ‘long high seaside hills
heather and gorse, joy and remorse,
feed upon the cairns of freewill
subsuming something pagan while
recalling a god’s crown of thorns