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!