The furze flares
bursts into yellow
on the plains of the Curragh
as we discover
(on playing hide 'n' seek)
the half-naked lovers
asleep in each other's arms
and how the man in all
his horrible hairy nakedness
(God! How he scared us!)
chased us
(cursing a blue streak)
and how the lady
clutching her white underwear
to cover her here... &...there
(that the wind tried to snatch away)
her hair floating upon the sky
sending her laughter
chasing after us
saying: 'Leave 'em Jack... they're only kids! '
Looking back I see
they are only 'kids' themselves
and how we stared
at what we had never seen
or even imagined in our wildest dreams
a man & woman
wearing nothing
but Cheshire Cat grins
the flame of the furze
bursting into its yellowing
our hearts
young and green
running on in
to the next horizon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Young lovers...only surpassed by even younger (lovers?) ones...what a beautiful world you have painted...on the plains of the Curragh! !