I married I married an Irish girl
With red red hair and a Celtic name
I traveled I traveled from sea to sea
By bold love to proclaim
I hallowed I hallowed recalescence
The iron the iron it cooled so fast
And left my old heart my gray heart no pretense
And little that would last
She left me she left me one Autumn day
The Irish lass with the red red hair
And the dearg glas cailín from far away
Left with the Samhain air
(“Red and Green” – 11-22-2014)
Wow, completely beautiful!
Thank you.
Welcome Owen
One should never risk losin’ an Irish girl.
There was very little I could do about it at the time.
I can see why it’s not an easy story to tell. Or even to revisit it at all. It’s heavy duty.
It’s all just like a story now, like it happened to someone else. Except she still calls me.
So sad great poem
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