Give me the reins, Bob.
Will you take me to the strand?
To the shimmering pools now the tide's out,
And the weeds and wee birds skittering,
Where your hoof prints dot the sand
with outlines of our passage,
Until the waves wash anew
And scatter the wee birds.
Will you take me to my dreams, Bob?
Will you hold me there while I spy
The picture of us in the dim corner
Of my childish world,
When there was no Bob, no strand,
No tittering wind nor skittering birds,
Just the sidhe glimpse of what might be
If only dreams could smile?
And now, Bob, we're us,
And we're here,
And I hold your reins,
And you hold me.
And the wee birds are skittering.
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Love Letters Through Time
Context: Grace (Gráinne) Gifford, was a participant in the Irish nationalist struggle against British rule, which led to ‘The Easter Rising’, Easter Monday, 1916 in Dublin, Ireland. She was betrothed to one of the leaders, who were due to be executed the morning after being taken prisoner. Joseph and Grace were married the night before in his prison cell. Joseph (Seosamh Pluinceid)) was one of the leaders of The Rising, a signatory of the Irish Proclamation and, in death, a revered Irish hero. These are my imaginings of ‘her’ final words to him. I include a few words in Irish Gaelic as the movement that led to the rebellion favored speaking Irish, instead of English. I would wager a guess, as they were both poets and writers in the Irish republican movement that she would have chosen to marry her love of country with her love of him in expressing her devotion.
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Cobs are so lovely.. gentle giants. Your imagery takes me back to Ireland. I miss it so much.. the treks and days out were wonderful. Beautiful photo, too!