The Real Leprechaun

My family was on holiday in Ireland.

We spent some time in Dublin.

It was December 30th 2010

We took our three boys and two nieces for a tour of the National Leprechaun Museum.

At the end of the visit I was inspired to write this short poem about my day.

                                            The Real Leprechaun

                                            Today I woke and rode

                                                    then ran

                                               through the park of the Phoenix

                                              past a herd of deer

                                                  sleeping in the dark

                                               of a Dublin dawn.

                                              Came to the place of

                                                 the faery

                                               heard the story of Setanta

                                                    and the hound of Chulainn.

Andrew Thompson

holiday (unedited ideas)

Snow

cold

christmas

family

cousins

Yeats

Dublin

Sadness

Sad face.

Sad eyes.

(Remember the song)

A whole string of sadness.

My own son.

Attacked by a virus.

Me seeing him hurt and scarred.

Any tears?

Sad heart.

Body tense.

Lonely.

Lonely with sadness.

Alone. 

Sadness all mine.

Buried down inside of me.

I've been keeping it.

Who can I share it with?

Careful with who you do share.

More hurt.

You?

Inverse

High Pressure

Yet the weather is so calm.

Peaceful.

It is as if there was no pressure.

No intense cloud,

thunder,

or bolt of lightning.

Small children

scamper about delighting in

an insect wing

or game of tag.

Summer

blue sky

and high pressure

long may you revist

to change the way we see the world.

Andrew Thompson

Report Writing

I am writing reports for the students in my class at school. I am not writing poetry while I do this.

Day 13/100

A Himalayan Pathway

I have walked a Himalayan pathway

In the dark, scared, with a long way to go.

noises barks howls.

Alone

Hungry

Cold

Tired

Been inside the inner room of the sacred

tower

awed

impressed

fascinated

Slept on the floors of lonely hillside farmhouses

and under the stars

Met the king.

I can do this.

Andrew Thompson.