Rónán Regan, July, 2013
Sitting here by fire or the true light of sun,
gathering to céilí, le chéile, to ramble, to meet
'tis like musical lottery literally, lilting in unison,
or bickering incoherent, busy as birds beaks
or sweetly still, the swell of chorus complete.
There’s been many's the lucky one,
chance encounter, juxtaposition
or quantum leap; teeming
turn prompting dulcet dancing feet.
Sitting at table with old friend,
new friends and even stranger still –
the disenfranchised or enchanted
and all the while conversing,
to spontaneous reason true;
allowing the vexed to vent and Éire's spirit renew.
From a personal stirring, a story springs,
that shall softly travel in a hum or whistle
and then return in heroic memory,
and perhaps further stoke a seminal song
or a sometime vitriolic verse
and then, once again, traverse
through village, valley, cross-road
to musically gather, for another turn or two.
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