Somewhere above
Up in the sky
The clouds conspire
As they float by
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Then someone says
"It looks so nice."
I wince, I scowl
Not once, but twice
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Will no one rid me
Of this snow?
Can no one point
The way to go?
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And in the sky
The clouds look on
Amused that I'm so
Woebegone
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They suit themselves
They won't be budged
They don't care that
They're so begrudged
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Then comes the spring
Here comes the sun
And the whole damn thing
Is re-begun.
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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
Comments (4)
A great attitude to the phenomenon of snow
That is high praise indeed. Thanks.
This is delightful! The playful grumbling at snow, the clouds smugly ignoring your plight, and the inevitable cycle—perfect. Feels like a poetic tantrum with perfect rhythm. Love it!
I am so glad snow is a rarity where I live