The last poem in Angela Alaimo O’Donnell’s series. Click “Crossing Ireland” for the opening essay. More about Angela Alaimo O’Donnell.
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Happy St. Patrick’s Day
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HUDSON VALLEY SUNRISE
The sun a brilliant girl this morning,
puts me in mind of MacGillycuddy rising,
the mountain behind our B&B
who whispered mist all day to me
while I fell in love with Cill Airne.
I was a sly watcher, not letting her know
what it meant to live in her shadow,
I, a girl long in love with the sun,
saw my self in her dark disposition.
I gave up light, not counting the cost.
I felt found and I felt lost,
living her murk and uncertainty
instead of the native clarity
my southern soul had long demanded,
hearing, for once, what my heart commanded.
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Hi Angela,
Thank you for your beautiful, rich (and honest) words these past few weeks. I thoroughly enjoyed every one of your poems!
Looking forward to catching up at one of our upcoming AWoW showcases.
Dear Connie,
Thank you for your Good Words about the poem–they mean a great deal coming from you.
I’d love to see you at the next AWOW showcase–where you’ll be reading! I need to rearrange my schedule a bit, but here’s hoping!
Cheers & Thanks,
Angela