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Born in Belfast, Northern Ireland, now living in Cheshire, England. I started to write poetry some 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... 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}

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
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13 comments:

  1. BlogorattiThursday, October 15, 2015

    Great piece filled with memories and longing, greetings!

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  2. Sanaa RizviThursday, October 15, 2015

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

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  3. AnonymousThursday, October 15, 2015

    the addition of aromas adds greatly to this nostalgic fireside theme

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  4. Myrna R.Thursday, October 15, 2015

    What a lovely scene you describe. So nice!

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  5. Sherry Blue SkyThursday, October 15, 2015

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

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  6. Sumana RoyThursday, October 15, 2015

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

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  7. Magical Mystical TeacherThursday, October 15, 2015

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

    Fiery Voices

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  8. Rosemary Nissen-WadeThursday, October 15, 2015

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

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  9. Old EggThursday, October 15, 2015

    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.

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  10. MaryFriday, October 16, 2015

    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.

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  11. Wendy BourkeFriday, October 16, 2015

    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.

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  12. Jae RoseFriday, October 16, 2015

    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

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  13. kaykualaFriday, October 16, 2015

    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!

    Hank

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