Open Poetry #6 |
Catherine |
Corinne Member Ascendant
since 1999-10-28
Posts 5167state of confusion |
Catherine She tread upon these same mossy mounds, on Mizen Head in County Cork, a verdant jewel encased by silver sands. She watched golden bays shimmering, roamed these rolling rock hills, ducked into thatched roof dwellings smoky in the waning hours of dusk. She shared famine’s feast of grief and shame, before she sailed from this still unnamed bay, and pondered the ancient stone circles, mourned for her mother’s stillborn babes. She pressed lips to headstones of her heritage, and beheld this monolithic Celtic cross, where only Catholics were laid to rest. She walked upon these shores in the morn, and perhaps never met another soul. She left at sixteen to find the golden streets rumored to pave the New City. But instead of gold, all was grayed by towering creations, filth and crowds. There were no green hills vanishing in the mists that rose from these gutters. But still, the wild grasslands call, whispering winds of a bejeweled isle, “Who among you can dance?” it asks, “We dance the dance of lovers,” we cry. © 27 February '00 Corinne Mary Bailey posted for Parker [This message has been edited by Corinne (edited 02-27-2000).] |
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Parker Member Elite
since 2000-01-06
Posts 3129ON |
Corinne, This was a sad and wonderful tale. Thank you for posting it for me. It begs the question, is it about a past relative who left the emerald isle. Catherine .... she conjours up ancient memories from a family tree I don't know enough about. Parker ..... |
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Corinne Member Ascendant
since 1999-10-28
Posts 5167state of confusion |
Parker,you are most welcome. No, this isn't about a past relative, although I have anscestors by this first name. I was pondering what it must been like during the mass exodus from Ireland, escape from famine, poverty and oppression. Corinne |
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Parker Member Elite
since 2000-01-06
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I can imagine that it would have been sad to leave the emerald isle for any reason. One day I shall get there for a visit. Parker |
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Corinne Member Ascendant
since 1999-10-28
Posts 5167state of confusion |
I've been thinking on that very subject myself, Parker... Corinne |
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Balladeer
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
I, too, would like to return. My ancestors are from Shannon and a more beautiful spot on the globe I've never seen. Wonderful poem, Corinne, filled with beautiful Irish flavor. |
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Parker Member Elite
since 2000-01-06
Posts 3129ON |
Its never fun to travel alone, maybe we could share a boat, Corinne... Parker |
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Corinne Member Ascendant
since 1999-10-28
Posts 5167state of confusion |
Thank you Balladeer! I didn't realize you were Irish, my man! Ah, Parker, you are a sly one, you are! Corinne |
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Parker Member Elite
since 2000-01-06
Posts 3129ON |
~The Soul of the Wind~ On the Wing of Hope No grey could ground her soaring As she sweetly sings Parker Catherine, should not be forgotten, so back up she goes. Parker |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
Another beautiful one Corinne |
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Toerag Member Ascendant
since 1999-07-29
Posts 5622Ala bam a |
Yep...this is beautiful sweets.....Yep, Balladeer is Irish, (and several other things too...but I'd get deleted if I posted them).....and he also has ancestors...(and several other ailments too)....good to see your schtuff gal...take care now ya hear? |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
Corinne, you are a story-teller of grandest tradition...the only thing missing from your poetry is lute, flute, and the sound of tinkling bell from your shoes...You have the ability to transport to another time. Bravo! |
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Corinne Member Ascendant
since 1999-10-28
Posts 5167state of confusion |
Thank you, Hoot! Toe, so nice to see ya! Serenity, why thank you kindly! Corinne |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Corinne~ How in the world did I ever miss this one? It is soooooooo lovely. 'She pressed lips to headstones of her heritage' This line alone tells the story. I am also of Irish heritage. Aren't we all the LUCKY lot ! ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ [email protected] |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
This has me longing even more to someday visit the land of my ancestors! This is very beautiful, Corinne! Denise |
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Mike Member Elite
since 1999-06-19
Posts 2462 |
Glad I read this. Truly enjoyed. |
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Corinne Member Ascendant
since 1999-10-28
Posts 5167state of confusion |
Thank you very much, Denise, Marge and Mike! Corinne |
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