CROSSING IRELAND: "ON LEAVING ÉIRE" by ANGELA ALAIMO O'DONNELL

The eleventh of twelve poems in Angela Alaimo O’Donnell’s series. Click “Crossing Ireland” for the opening essay.  More about Angela Alaimo O’Donnell.  – ON LEAVING ÉIRE She is all blue, air & earth, sea & sky. She is bog, the color of ruin. She is a long song across the water.   I don’t belong. I could make my self…

CROSSING IRELAND: "FIR/MNA" by ANGELA ALAIMO O'DONNELL

The tenth of twelve poems in Angela Alaimo O’Donnell’s series. Click “Crossing Ireland” for the opening essay.  More about Angela Alaimo O’Donnell. – FIR/MNA Here in the corner of the world-as-was the old words still speak true.  The Skellig Ring around the rose of Kerry’s coast drops us down mountains to Gaeltacht shore.  The waves sing the same song on…

CROSSING IRELAND: "HOMAGE to ST. SEAMUS" by ANGELA ALAIMO O'DONNELL

The ninth of twelve poems in Angela Alaimo O’Donnell’s series. Click “Crossing Ireland” for the opening essay.  More about Angela Alaimo O’Donnell. – HOMAGE to ST. SEAMUS “I rhyme to see myself, to set the darkness echoing.”                                              …

CROSSING IRELAND: "INIS MÓR TOUR" by ANGELA ALAIMO O'DONNELL

 The eighth poem in Angela Alaimo O’Donnell’s series. Click “Crossing Ireland” for the opening essay.  More about Angela Alaimo O’Donnell. – INIS MÓR TOUR   Tomás, the crazy man of Árann waved his worn map at me, his red minibus idling patiently.   I’ll take ye on tour in yer very own van, the 80-Euro fee, he promised,…

CROSSING IRELAND: "ON PILGRIMAGE" by ANGELA ALAIMO O'DONNELL

The seventh poem in Angela Alaimo O’Donnell’s series. Click “Crossing Ireland” for the opening essay.  More about Angela Alaimo O’Donnell – ON PILGRIMAGE Glendalough Monastery   They’re great ones for travel, the Irish Saints, or so the map announces with its names of mountains, towns, and old holy wells.   Brigid loved Liscannor’s Hag’s Head grandeur— and the…

CROSSING IRELAND; "SPIDEIL ROAD, GALWAY BAY II" by ANGELA ALAIMO O'DONNELL

The sixth poem in Angela Alaimo O’Donnell’s series. Click “Crossing Ireland” for the opening essay.  More about Angela Alaimo O’Donnell   SPIDEIL ROAD, GALWAY BAY II   Here at the margin of the world all is edge. Rock juts against green hedge, the sea cuts a long knife of shore, sky meets sand in a bleared scrim, all muffled…

CROSSING IRELAND: GAINING MY NAME by ANGELA ALAIMO O'DONNELL

The fifth poem in Angela Alaimo O’Donnell’s series. Click “Crossing Ireland” for the opening essay.  More about Angela Alaimo O’Donnell – GAINING MY NAME   I’ve gained this name by marriage, in case you’re wondering how a Guinea like me comes to claim a Celtic ancestry.   And those three big boys I birthed are half…

CROSSING IRELAND: SPIDEIL ROAD, GALWAY BAY by ANGELA ALAIMO O’DONNELL

The fourth poem in Angela Alaimo O’Donnell’s series, “Crossing Ireland.” The next poem in the series will appear on Monday, March 10. Here’s the link to the essay that began the series “Crossing Ireland”    More about Angela Alaimo O’Donnell – SPIDEIL ROAD, GALWAY BAY   My head so full of earth, words won’t hold…

CROSSING IRELAND: TIGH MHOLLY by ANGELA ALAIMO O'DONNELL

The third of twelve poems from Angela Alaimo O’Donnell’s suite of poems, “Crossing Ireland.” More about Angela Alaimo O’Donnell   TIGH MHOLLY   Yer makin’ the Yanks’ Tour, are ye? Peadar said, Cian smiling behind the bar pouring 4 pints for his new American friends,   our 100-mile drive from Kerry to here amusing to a…

CROSSING IRELAND: COUNTY KERRY by ANGELA ALAIMO O'DONNELL

Angela Alaimo O’Donnell has had a few flirtations with the notion of “Being Irish.” Given that March seems to belong to the Irish, she has written a  brief essay, along with a suite of poems called “Crossing Irish.” This is the second of twelve poems. More about Angela Alaimo O’Donnell   ——–    COUNTY KERRY in the shadow…