Passing by my life

You know I’m not a hellsent protestant

Here I am trying to talk to God again

Back garden dolled up to look like Eden

Even Eve agrees it’s a tragedy that these

Sad days befall a gallant son of Adam

My neighbours think I’m a madman, let them at it

They hear automatic drills and rattling chains from my attic

I try to convey when I pray nothing will constrain me from faith

I visit that place, lane’s end and my release, where wild garlic sways

Praise-worthy roses explode like wode Bríd, blooms sprouting at her feet

Pastures where she bounded abound with flowers, coloured clown motley

I take the day’s best hours in the shade, cooler by several degrees.

None can talk, none can mock or baulk, nor wish to walk with me

I greet them with enmity

Venomous at my lack of success, my failure to impress

My loathing of their conformity

Ireland back in thirty three like doctrinal masonic degree

Decreeing that any loather

Any beholder of my dreams who scolded unnurturingly

I hereby accuse you of pruning a tree

Quite successfully you eroded my virtue

And given birth to a neurosis or two.

My light which unheeded burns confined to tongueless dreams

My seeds failed to germinate, taken away and replaced with praties

I remember the lustral astral Pleiades when I was courting Katie McGurk

Born in Belturbet, she had found work as a machinery instructor

As a lady, most took one look at her and laughed, but her patience and devotion outlasted

The hyena baying of bastards and once they got passed it and saw she was fantastic

Wrist equal to anyone with a prick, a real fixer, her situation became more elastic

She had a pyroclastic temper but my temperature was equal, the most tempting

Of all the town’s girls, and I was tempting myself, tasty, if that’s not over ego

Wishing not to appear over eager in my solicitation of her ‘my dears’

I waited years and years, if there were tears I never saw them, no deal

Anyway, she went off with a lovely lad from Adare, a match more ideal

It was plainly seen, but to me plain day stealing of my next years.

Alchemisland