Tuesday, March 16, 2010

When St Patrick Met the Druid

When St Patrick met the Druid

Seeing is believing, but really
there were no snakes to start with
It's not a miracle
to drive away the invisible.

He was a gaunt man
inflamed with the need to prove
he was no swineherd;
Patrician of Ireland
refusing to acknowledge an Ollamh
A Doctor of Knowledge, a poet.

He has no subtlety of words
but speaks quickly without reflection
eager to fill the space between us
With reflections on his God

I ask him, what three things
make a man of honour?
He does not know the answer
He is no initiate.

Yet he has fire, this slave turned master
I can see him devouring us all.
I waste no more words on him;
He cannot hear what I say.



LeeAnn Diffney said...

I really like this. It's very oblique in some ways but I feel like I understand it. I like the way one sees through the eyes of the Druid, and the alternate picture of Patrick it provides.

If you don't mind could I show this to my poetry group?
Thanks, LeeAnn

Geraldine Moorkens Byrne said...

Of course, feel free. Glad you enjoyed it