Poetry

Celtic Wish

Superstitious Irish mythology

A fairytale of my childhood

Stories of spirits, magic and faith

Naturally recalled as I walk

Across those famous green mounds

Of an old Irish settlement

That left behind hills on Tara.

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At the end of the walk

Grows a tree adorned in trinkets

A Celtic fairy tree.

I unwind a ribbon from my hair

And wrap it around

A leafless branch, making a wish

That will never come true.

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2 thoughts on “Celtic Wish

  1. I was excited to see something new! I was not disappointed rather transported to the simple thinking, if only fairy tales were true. Then perhaps that wish in vain would come true as well.

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