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Born in Belfast, Northern Ireland, now living in Cheshire, England. I started writing poetry eight years ago, as a hobby. I have enjoyed that new venture very much. My preferences are for long and micro-form poetry styles. A first book of poetry ~ Reason Without Rhyme, was published in December 2013. A second book ~ Fifty Seven Pebbles, was published in September 2015...I am presently compiling the content for my third book. Thank you for visiting my Blog which is regularly updated. COPYRIGHT: The entire copyright and content of this Blog belongs to the author Eileen T O'Neill. Nothing should be copied, reproduced or hosted as per RSS feed by any other party. {This particularly applies to the USA company Feedspot.com} Header Photograph: Ballycastle Beach, County Antrim, Northern Ireland...

Thursday, 15 October 2015

Hearthside Memories...

Fondly recalling many olden times,
Huddled together by the hearthside.
Its warmth and closeness like a shawl,
Drawing us ever nearer to that fiery focus.
Dim light from an oil lamp made it magical,
As flames swooped and extended from within.
The smell of freshly cut turf from the bog,
Seeped into clothing and drifted into being.
Contentedly observing the heart-hole of flame,
It simmered a creeping redness upon itself.
There it was easy to drift away to all other places,
Old Irish homesteads thrived in this kind of welcome.

©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 15/10/2015
Poets United Midweek Motif: Fire…


  1. Great piece filled with memories and longing, greetings!

  2. The warmth of fire brings forth several cherished memories :D
    Love the tenderness of this poem. Beautifully penned!

    Lots of love,

  3. the addition of aromas adds greatly to this nostalgic fireside theme

  4. What a lovely scene you describe. So nice!

  5. Oh this poem takes me back.....I especially love the line about the welcome in old Irish homesteads. Wonderful, Eileen!!!!!

  6. ah...good ole days full of warmth,love and contentment....

  7. I love the images that a "heart-hole of flame" conjures up!

    Fiery Voices

  8. For a few minutes, it was as if I was there, as you painted the scene.

  9. Yes, it was always a pleasure to visit and find a warm fire waiting to welcome us whether at home or at a friends place.

  10. Looking into a hearth gives one such a warm feeling! If only those warm feelings could be 'bottled up' and saved for the chilly times of later years. A beautiful poem, Eileen.

  11. This is wonderful! It transports the reader to another time and place ... a lovely hearth and home earth-centric simplicity of living. So much warmth and tenderness, really, in this piece. One of my fave's of yours, Eileen.

  12. Modern life is comfortable but memories often come from 'harder' shared experiences..power cuts often allowed a different and maybe better coming together - i sensed that here on a larger scale

  13. It's so wonderful to be out in the open with myriads of things happening around us.More so when you are as observant as a poet should be. Rightly so Eileen!



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