October 18, 2008

Irish Imaginary

Irish Imaginary

A chair is standing on top of a hill

Approach it now and take a seat, the view

Will change to suit your every childish will.

You look out now at what you never knew

Deep breath, my friend, now tell me what you see:

A myth in landscape, Irish green below

Where trees, between red leaves, set sunlight free

And Cyhiraeth, a druid walks. A crow

In flight draws Celtic filigree above.

In evening peace the sunlight then exhales

To pink/grey clouds. You feel at last the love

For Ireland; for her emerald, primal tales.

           Awake, a break, the IRA, a scream

           You close your eyes and cling to Ireland’s dream.


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  1. George Ttoouli

    Hi Zoe. Couple of quick tips – when rhyming, try to work through at least 3 different versions of lines, for different possible end words. Also, try counting the stresses per line, rather than syllables. E.g. your first line:

    a CHAIR is STANDing on TOP of a HILL

    has only 4 stresses, which is a trip up for me.

    But then, I noticed a lot of the lines here seem to have the last foot tagged on to the end of a tetrameter. What if it was an unrhymed tetrametric sonnet?

    20 Oct 2008, 01:19


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