Irish Sun

Not biddable, dog-whistled
or sheep-herded;
not concerned with bleating
tourists restless
under shrouded promise
of Ben Bulben;
not wished up
by careless birdsong
nor suddenly gracious
to huddled daffodils
that wait patient
by the roadside,
a wink of gold
in green and gray,
green and gray
and green

Today’s prompt for NaPoWriMo is a “negation” poem.

14 thoughts on “Irish Sun”

  1. Ahhh. The first daffodil opened in my garden today. The warm up to those last four lines works wonderfully. And the last lines – just feel lost in revery. Lovely.

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    1. Thank you, glad you liked it! I’ve been traveling–behind on everything–but I couldn’t resist this first NaPoWriMo prompt. šŸ™‚

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    1. Thanks so much. We did see a few glimpses of it while we were there last week–but the rain was lovely in its own way. šŸ™‚


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