An Irish Whirl
In anticipation of my journey to the Republic of Ireland, Christmas 2012, the first line of each haiku or senryu below is taken from Back Roads Ireland: 25 Leisurely Drives.
This week’s whirling words are: skin, lips, thin, snapshots, touch, other, act, hanging, gesture, stand, sent, utter
back to the river
plunging into the whirlpool
skin-tingling delight
~~ ~~ ~~
Brimming with music,
her lips form the sacred words
chanted by druids.
~~ ~~ ~~
a day divided
between things thick and things thin—
a math conundrum
~~ ~~ ~~
turrets and towers
stippling the hillsides and glens—
snapshots of Ireland
~~ ~~ ~~
any time of year
when you touch the verdant earth—
renewal of soul
~~ ~~ ~~
Narrow mountain road—
is there any other way
to reach Kilkenny?
~~ ~~ ~~
footsteps of pilgrims—
an act of great devotion
on the narrow way
~~ ~~ ~~
after the famine
nothing hanging on their bones
but remnants of flesh
~~ ~~ ~~
telling the story
without a single gesture—
wooden performance
~~ ~~ ~~
From the castle gates
see the stand of ancient oaks—
druids worshiped there.
~~ ~~ ~~
An outdoor market—
she sent me there for cabbage
and some sprigs of thyme.
~~ ~~ ~~
In every season
the stones still utter wisdom
to those who listen.
© 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Posted on July 1, 2012, in haiku, senryu, The Poetry Pantry, The Sunday Whirl. Bookmark the permalink. 25 Comments.
This is a spectacular journey in haiku. You used the words so aptly that they were seamless within the structure of your lines.
her lips form the sacred words
chanted by druids
awesome lines.I have a great desire to visit Ireland and poems such as these add fuel to the fire.very well done.
telling the story
without a single gesture—
wooden performance
While I enjoyed them all – I favor this one – the silent stories, the play we witness or just a piece of wood…
(I thought of a fence along the road…)
Thanks for your visit.
A magical, mystical place it is too
Lovely.
I love “anytime of year…” It’s my favorite. Every week, here you are, and I am grateful for that.
Thank you for a delightful Irish journey in haiku.
skin-tingling delight
I love the play in sounds throughout this is just one of the many, an example!
I love the diversity of each haiku and depth but it seems especially your last ones always hold the most weight for me…leaving me with deep profundity. Well written!!
I love Ireland. One of my favorite places on earth!
My favorite haiku:
“turrets and towers
stippling the hillsides and glens—
snapshots of Ireland”
I enjoyed what you did with this week’s wordle words. Your poetry is always a delight to read.
Thank you for taking me with you. My people were from Ireland.
You are such a prolific poetess, and every single one of your works are a true joy…I never met one I didn’t like!
I love your haikus!
Amazing set of haiku!
I love that last one. I wish I were going with you.
Richard
Delightful!
I loved every evocative line and was transported to Ireland as I read. Wonderful haiku!!!!!!! Seriously.
Love it.
Wishing you a happy week
from
Fiona in a wet and windy Ireland!
awesome
An adventure in your words!
I love to be surprised in poetry, so I particularly like te math conundrum, the mountain road, and the outdoor market.
A story in haiku and wordl, enchanting like the country.
These are my favorites:
“Brimming with music,
her lips form the sacred words
chanted by druids.” … Lovely.
“a day divided
between things thick and things thin—
a math conundrum” … Excellent!
“after the famine
nothing hanging on their bones
but remnants of flesh” … Such a vivid picture.
“An outdoor market—
she sent me there for cabbage
and some sprigs of thyme.” … Beautiful and scented.
“In every season
the stones still utter wisdom
to those who listen.” … Sage indeed.
I like these a lot, especially the math conundrum and the wooden performance. But there were many others that were delightful.
I really loved this image:
turrets and towers
stippling the hillsides and glens—
I am crazy about your last verse! So true.