Church bells chime their heavenly chorus
We rush for service, huddled in woolen shawls
Feathery mistle tickling our pink noses
Velvet green grass moist under our soles
The teal blue sea preens, decadently revered
Against red sandstone mountains of this emerald isle
Ireland, resplendent, in Christmas colours all year
Brews a special kind of magic in December’s haze.
Gold ribboned candles lit at each window sill
Wreaths of holly adorn quaint wooden doors
Yuletide eve’s merriment wrapped up in cozy warmth
Mince pies, fruit cakes we eat beyond our fill
Tall pine trees, in their spangled splendour
Greet us in every corner with their shining stars
Enchanted, we slip into this mystic nostalgia
A remembrance to hold in our cynical hearts.
This is a response to the 4th prompt in the OctPoWriMo Writing Challenge 2015.
The prompt for today’s poem was “Magic“. I’ve never been to Ireland and I know it’s still October. I’m really not sure how the idea for this poem developed, I think maybe it was a bit of magic :p But yes, I did do a little bit of research about Ireland and Christmas celebrations there before writing. Please beg my pardon if something is wrong factually.
Hope you enjoyed it, let me know what you think!