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panaella
Jun 09, 2010 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

DONEGAL FEAST

Mud black as pitch
sucking between
my toes
It's unctuous texture
slippery and sensual

All of this
on a perfect Irish day
no rain to obscure
nature's bounty
revealed at low tide

Mussels large as babies fists
delicious fare
dangerous tides
rendered begnine by my
greedy plundering

Sticky squelching slime
trapping feet
determined obstacles
sharp rocks
copious crags

Blessed landscape
ripening and devouring
my hunger

Perspiration with inspiration
my feast is hauled
to the promontory

A fire
A pot
A knife
A view

Neptune's vittles
satisfy my salty chase

Pilgrim soul and body
slips into happy allegiance
to the ancient Celtic rent
of my ancestors
experiences

Fused with heritage
illuminated with the
pearl
of mussel shell paths
— panaella, Jun 09, 2010

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panaella

16 years ago

I actually did this myself, last summer

Over in Donegal, on the Irish Atlantic coast. It was the most perfect day...free food...after a bit of effort, sunny, beautiful views across perfect headlands...(sigh) Ells x
jetz

jetz

16 years ago

Hi Ells, Your words

Hi Ells, Your words painted a wonderful picture. I could actually smell the sea. Perfect imagery throughout. Like Indi, you made me feel like I was there...right down to the mud between my toes. Great writing. Sue
Roscoe Lane

Roscoe Lane

16 years ago

We were,

there with you as indie has said, beautiful pictures inspired by your poem of a day in Donegal. Regards Roscoe..
xena465

xena465

16 years ago

Dear Ells

Great write. Although I have to admit I hate Mussels. I remember when I used to go with friends to the market-place where they sold Mussels, Whelks, I think that’s how you spell it, and other sea-shell foods and when I watched them scoop out the jelly-like things it made me feel a little giddy...Oooo Yuky!!! Xena
judyanne

judyanne

16 years ago

great discriptive ellie

just love 'Pilgrim soul and body slips into happy allegiance to the ancient Celtic rent of my ancestors' love judy xxx experienceshttp://www.strategicpublishinggroup.com/title/TwentyMyPrettyPonies.html
Seren

Seren

16 years ago

Dearest Ell's

I love the ocean I dont think I (for me) there is any place more peaceful that being by the shore ... we used to go collect pippi shells and these other tiny ones cant remember what they where called ... yeah its the life no other like it lol love and big hugs JayCee Btw lol awesome poem I just rambled and just realised I didnt comment on the poem ... ("Quote:-For every beauty there is an eye somewhere to see it. For every truth there is an ear somewhere to hear it. For every love there is a heart somewhere to receive it.-Ivan Panin")
Candlewitch

Candlewitch

16 years ago

Hi Ells

This is a fine tribute to a beautiful occasion. You make it all sound so magical... I could see it. Always, Cat
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Atticus

15 years 11 months ago

Jealous,

the write is simply great and makes me want even more to book a trip to Ireland. My soul feels thin for not having been there. You've been busy with the writing by the way. Bravo! Best, Nathaniel
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Owengrad

15 years 11 months ago

Imagery and feeling

I visualise, feel and smell that western coast. A vivid dream!
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magics02

15 years 11 months ago

Very nice Pan

Sure missed you around here gal and hope all is well by you. I will be back to give this a second read. I liked the first one Love at ya Mona xoxo

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