Hugh Mitchell

Rookie - 58 Points (Coventry, England)

Return To Ireland's Eye - Poem by Hugh Mitchell

Last night I had a dream of Ireland's Eye
wind-ruffled island of my childhood hour
- waves, restless seaweed, cliffs and gull-filled sky
the ruined church, the ever-watchful tower.

After a day exploring crags and beach
we'd board the motorboat to take us home
leaving the islet to unpeopled peace
its history dozing in the deepening gloom.

I dreamt that we were going there once more
with sandwiches and drinks just as before
- found roads there, streetlights, houses and a shop
with canned food, newspapers and fizzy pop.

Dream-isle of childhood - say adieu to me
some tiger crouches where you used to be.
I'm never going back to Ireland's Eye
the dream is fading - best to let it die.


Comments about Return To Ireland's Eye by Hugh Mitchell

  • Veteran Poet - 2,578 Points Achill Lad (10/4/2014 4:42:00 PM)

    I enjoyed this peom, Hugh. Brought back some memories for me too. Well done. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, September 22, 2006

Poem Edited: Saturday, September 18, 2010


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