Saint Patrick and the Snakes

Saint Patrick and the Snakes

So he ran the snakes from Ireland?  

So they say.

A jolly fellow, was he?

Raise your glass!

We can toast the lovely Saint

with happy unrestraint –

but as for me believing

all that Blarney,

no, I'll pass.

Did not the snakes of Ireland

slip away?

Were all the Druids butchered

wantonly?

See, I think all that's as maybe,

for where the woods are shady,

aren’t the Sidhe still roaming 

wild and free –

and aren’t we?

The Pagan “snakes” of Ireland

sneak to play

between the trees in moonlight,

cloaked in grey,

and underneath the hill

you might hear the singing still –

except it’s very secret.

But we never

went away.

At "imaginary garden with real toads" the weekend challenge is Blarney Me – anything about Ireland and/or St Patrick's Day. Well, as you see, I have a bit of a quarrel with the saint. Now, I don't have any Irish ancestry that I know of, and have never even been there, so I also don't know if there are any Pagans in Ireland nowadays. But I'll bet my bottom dollar there are!