Tiny Galanthus looked around
She wondered where the snow had gone
The day was new, the light was long
And the snow had left without a sound.
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There was no time for her to stay
Narcissus had come out to play
The blanket white was hers no more
Her tiny head drooped low to pray.
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"I am Galanthus, here I stand
A drop of snow as You have planned
The winter wind, the frozen breath
Has blown my soft bed from the land."
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Galanthus looked up to the sun
And wondered why her world was gone
Then every Snowdrop God had willed
Slept soft ‘til her next spring did come.
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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.
By Marie McGrathExclusive • 11 months ago
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love seeing spring and a life cycle through the petals of a snow drop!
The imagery and emotion evoke a serene and thoughtful reflection on the changing seasons.
Oh so insightful and inspiring! Thanks for sharing this~