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Mar 08, 2012
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The Home Fires
Oxen of the sun
birthing canal
Wilde on his rock
colouring banal
Bram stoking fires
Behan's door ajar
Kavanagh with kindling
hailing Synge from afar
Yeats in Ithicabra
polishing his horse
Beckett in Bray
waiting in morse
Joyce yet awanders
ash thatched to hand
plitting a plot, plotting a plan
About This Poem
Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
Comments
weirdelf
13 years 7 months ago
What I love is that your last few words
although helpful in some cases, were un-necessary to appreciate and understand the poem to anyone who has ever read any Irish literature, which should be everyone.
Nicely written, clever and fun. Especially love the lines
Bram stoking fires
Beckett in Bray
waiting in morse
plitting a plot, plotting a plan
eliaszizou
13 years 7 months ago
appreciate the words Jess, I
appreciate the words Jess, I shall make the necessary adjustments......thank you for taking the time to read..
Ro
wesley snow
13 years 7 months ago
Oh man, do I love word play.
The bram stoking bit is my favorite, but the whole thing is nothing less than... fun.
wesley