Patrick’s Folly

Patrick’s Folly

Deborah Beach Giordano
© March 18, 2010

From all evidence
Saint Patrick
was a pain
in the neck.

He taught
the lively Irish
that dancing
was a mortal sin

and condemned
their tuneful music
as the work
of the devil.

He went about
those lovely isles
chasing away
the wise ones,

slashing and burning
the dark magic forests
and the aged oaks
cloaked in mistletoe.

He chased
the charming faeries,
the pixies, and the elves

where they remain,
safely hidden
in hillocks and holy wells,
in rocky tors and stone circles.

Their sanctuaries
are kept secret
by the timeless green-eyed seers
who know and believe,

and vigilantly guarded
by clever leprechauns
who delight in misleading
the wicked and the bold.

They have not vanished,
but live and thrive;
they still speak and sing,
and often dance a joyful jig.

No sour-faced theologian
can banish these bright spirits
from their rightful kingdom
where magic is a way of life.

And so they stay
and cast their spells
and merrily join in a glass of ale
with all who wish them well.

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