At 39,000 feet above the ground
we cast shadows atop clouds over Galway –
Oh, what lyric pixels of Gaelic poetry
must frolic in the gusts of Limerick skies
I cannot fathom the collected verse of sages
pulsing through this Éire atmosphere
as we blast above Banbridge and Killough
where nodes of odes by bards still coalesce
May Celtic spirit and lively lingual lilt
permeate this silver bird, this Dream
to animate my pen forming lines upon my paper
at 500 miles per hour through Irish mist
Note: A special thanks to my daughter for planning and navigating a wonderful trip to Europe.
Thanks also to Lufthansa Airlines for pleasant, comfortable long-haul flights.
Photo by Julian Hochgesang courtesy of Unsplash.
Wind Rush 
This poem beautifully captures the wonder and awe of flying over the picturesque landscapes
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Thank you so much. Interesting I thought, to fly through Irish airspace while listening to a podcast by an Irish poet. Glad you stopped by.
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Wow. You’re gliding on a silver bird— how fun, and have your pen at the ready pulling your fingers in the best direction. I love the imagery of your words.
* gusts of Limerick skies— beautiful.
* nodes of odes by bards still coalesce— again, beautiful!
Loved reading this. Thanks. Xoxo
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Thank you, Selma. It took both flights, to Europe and back, to write the poem, but it was time well spent. Thanks for stopping by.
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“Oh, what lyric pixels of Gaelic poetry
must frolic in the gusts of Limerick skies”
What great lines.
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Thanks, VJ. I just kept thinking of all those Irish poets I love as I watched the map where we flew.
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You are welcome. Ireland from the sky is very inspiring.
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A lovely poem for a lovely flight…
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Thank you, Joan. I am glad to be back home, now.
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So dreamy, it captures the artistic spirits of the old world! Just lovely.
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Thank you, Heather. Even though I did not touch Irish soil, the energy of all those wonderful poets from that land seemed to touch me as we flew over.
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I’m so glad you took the time to put into words that moment. It was a pleasure to read.
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O’er Éire
In leprechaun dreams
Poet wings
That barely expresses my appreciation of its inspiration, LuAnne. 🙂
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I LOVE this reply – and so do the leprechauns, too, I suppose.
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That sounds like a magical journey LuAnne! 💚🍀 xxx
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Wonderful poem LuAnne. Wow to be gliding over the sky.
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