Sonnet
The Claddagh Ring
I saw Michael Portillo on a railway journey in Ireland, finding out about the Claddagh and getting involved in making a Claddagh ring. I have always loved the design of them, and it made me think of someone very close to me, and she and the ring have come together to inspire these words.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 8 months ago in Poets
Winter Up High. AI-Generated.
Upon the North, where winter holds its sway, The frigid nights descend with solemn grace, A silent, diamond dust along the way, And moonbeams carve the shadows of the place. The wind, a ghost that whispers through the pines, Doth chill the very breath that leaves the lip, The ground is bound by frosted, silver lines, And stars, like scattered jewels, their vigil keep. The long dark hours demand a sheltered rest, Where firelight dances on the hearth's warm stones, And weary souls are welcomed to the nest, To chase the biting cold from blood and bones. Yet in this chill, a stark, pure beauty lies, Reflected in the vast and endless skies.
By Vinn Black9 months ago in Poets
