St. Patrick's Day in London, photo by Garry Knight‘St. Patrick’s Day, 2025’: A Poem by Susan Jarvis Bryant The Society March 17, 2025 Beauty, Culture, Poetry 1 Comment . St. Patrick’s Day, 2025 While swathed in swirls of green, some raise a glass Of dark elixir topped with sheeny cream. Some twirl through Derry streets and Kerry grass In dreams ablaze with leprechauns that beam With larks as lilting harps spill silver tunes Of mountain thyme with shivers of delight. Some conjure shamrock scenes eclipsed by moons— Those snakeless years of cheer before the plight Of folks now ruled by fork-tongued gods of care— Those scaly saviors—givers of the gold Plundered from their people forced to stare At homeless kin left begging in the cold While seekers suck their isle of emerald dry— All warm and fed, tucked up in readied beds. Some pray this quaint and saintly day won’t die— A fear that wearies many worried heads. Some know that smiling eyes and Gaelic glee Are made to shine for all eternity. . . Susan Jarvis Bryant is a poet originally from the U.K., now living on the Gulf Coast of Texas. NOTE TO READERS: If you enjoyed this poem or other content, please consider making a donation to the Society of Classical Poets. The Society of Classical Poets does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or commentary. One Response Roy Eugene Peterson March 17, 2025 You have made me aware of the plight of the Irish who are squeezed by the hand of the devil dervish. May “shamrock scenes” and leprechaun schemes perpetually bring Gaelic glee as the legendary stories are told and retold to future generations of Irish lads and lasses. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Δ This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.
Roy Eugene Peterson March 17, 2025 You have made me aware of the plight of the Irish who are squeezed by the hand of the devil dervish. May “shamrock scenes” and leprechaun schemes perpetually bring Gaelic glee as the legendary stories are told and retold to future generations of Irish lads and lasses. Reply