Éire

Tales we wove in travel

tempting fate with late-March

journey: dream-like gem of

giants’ making, taking–

Sky-road, mist-blunt mountains,

murky, gray-hewn way by

age-fraught barrows brought us

brave to poet’s graveside

 

My attempt at a dróttkvætt for Yeah Write’s April poetry slam. 

14 thoughts on “Éire”

        1. It was like a tough workout–many times I wanted to quit, but in the end I was glad I stuck with it.

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  4. Ooh, this was nice. I really liked “mist-blunt mountains” as well, and the whole poem. Having done a drottkvaett myself, I can appreciate the work that goes into it. This was brilliant.

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    1. You are too kind. I confess, I kept looking at yours while I struggled on this to see if I was even in the ballpark. Yours was awesome, and I was so jealous of how naturally heroic it sounded. 🙂

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  5. I just read the guidance on the form and it looked so difficult! I really enjoyed this, it reminded me of my trips to Ireland, you really brought home what you were describing while still keeping within the form. I liked the tempting fate with late March journey.

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    1. Thanks so much, I’m glad the “Ireland-ness” of it came through for you. Our tempting fate resulted in rain rain rain, but still a wonderful trip. 🙂
      As far as the form, Rowan’s comment after the post, in which she gave a checklist for rhyme/alliteration, helped me the most.

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