Sunday Muse #47

Sunday Muse #47 Posting also on Poets United Poetry Pantry. Also on March 27, the Sunday Muse will expand to the Wednesday Muse with prompts. Sunday Muse will remain Pictures.

I Hate St. Patrick’s Day
“You can open for me the portals of death’s house, for love is always with you, and love is stronger than death is.” Oscar Wilde, The Canterville Ghost

In the same month of the same year,
My grandmother, father, and grandfather
had all died.
By St. Patrick’s Day
three of the people I loved dearly were dead and buried.
I hate St. Patrick’s Day.
And as I am neither Irish
nor Catholic,
I only love the natural greens,
the greens of trees, grass, birds.
Sing me a sad song birdie.
Sing me a sad sad song.
Today I will wear blue,
the blue of my loved ones’ eyes.

34 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. coalblack
    Mar 16, 2019 @ 22:17:09

    This is sad and beautiful, Toni. (I won’t say “beautiful but sad”, as if sadness were somehow a lessening.) You feel about SPD the way I feel about Xmas, though that feeling is finally starting to fade.


  2. Carrie V. H.
    Mar 17, 2019 @ 00:00:45

    Oh Toni that last line is powerful! And i agree, the natural greens are the ones to love!


  3. Bryan Ens
    Mar 17, 2019 @ 01:26:49

    Yeah, I can see why St. Patty’s day wouldn’t be a favorite day.


  4. annell4
    Mar 17, 2019 @ 10:28:02

    It seems blue was the original color for St. Patrick’s Day? A sad poem, beautifully stated.


  5. wyndolynne
    Mar 17, 2019 @ 11:33:46

    This settled right into my chest, a moving piece.


  6. Vicki
    Mar 17, 2019 @ 12:06:48

    A tough month to get through. It made me think of February and July. They will always be my darker months.


  7. Edwin Rigg
    Mar 17, 2019 @ 15:50:57

    Very moving, Toni. Loved the last few lines in particular.
    I can see this is a difficult time for you. My very best wishes . . . 🙂


  8. Sherry Blue Sky
    Mar 17, 2019 @ 16:06:17

    “Sing me a sad sad song.” So many losses. Yes, wear blue for the colour of their eyes. I loved this poem, because it comes from the heart and speaks to mine.


  9. Whitesnake
    Mar 17, 2019 @ 17:02:00

    At least every St Patricks Day you remember. Did you want to forget?


  10. Anonymous
    Mar 17, 2019 @ 18:17:26

    Beautiful! This is so poignant and authentic. Lovely writing.


  11. Susie Clevenger
    Mar 17, 2019 @ 18:18:20

    Yes, beautifully sad… The anniversaries of deaths are so hard for me, especially my father-in-law’s death. He died on my birthday.


  12. Rosemary Nissen-Wade
    Mar 17, 2019 @ 18:55:26

    I read somewhere else that St Pat’s Day was originally celebrated by wearing blue. Your poem is beautiful, albeit sad.


  13. Mary
    Mar 17, 2019 @ 20:39:35

    I understand your feelings around St. Pat’s Day, Toni. I myself have no particular feelings about the day, but I do like Irish music. Smiles. Wearing blue seemed like a good plan.


    Mar 17, 2019 @ 21:05:32

    Some blue is green and some green is blue. I have friends that live on Emerald Isle in NC. I think it’s so funny that we Irish were poor and persecuted and now almost everyone wants to be Irish.


  15. Victoria C. Slotto
    Mar 17, 2019 @ 21:45:21

    I’ve seen so often in working with death and dying how the loss of a loved one can totally change one’s experience of a holiday. Even though I am Irish (38.5%) and Catholic (100%) I’ve never been a huge fan of the holiday–though I am looking forward to the cornbeef in a few minutes!


  16. gillena cox
    Mar 18, 2019 @ 02:32:39

    Sorry to hear of your grief association.
    But know that Blue was originally the colour associated with St Patrick’s Day because he wore blue robes.

    Happy you dropped by my sumie Sunday



  17. Brendan
    Mar 18, 2019 @ 04:01:55

    All of my family’s dead passed in the green part of the year. Spring is the rouser and reaper.


  18. sanaarizvi
    Mar 18, 2019 @ 06:10:51

    I am so sorry for your loss, Toni 😦


  19. magicalmysticalteacher
    Mar 18, 2019 @ 08:50:59

    In its sadness, this poem is lovely.


  20. dsnake1
    Mar 18, 2019 @ 10:51:28

    so sorry for your loss.
    and yes, love is stronger than death is.


  21. anmol(alias HA)
    Mar 19, 2019 @ 16:19:32

    Ah, I understand how certain times of the year can be difficult. Right around this time, we are celebrating Holi for the next two days and the boisterous festivities just make me wary of them.
    Such an emotive and heartfelt write, Toni!


  22. kim881
    Mar 19, 2019 @ 17:10:19

    ‘Sing me a sad sad song.
    Today I will wear blue,
    the blue of my loved ones’ eyes’..
    Beautiful and sad.


  23. Magaly Guerrero
    Mar 19, 2019 @ 19:07:52

    I used to just think that reckless drivers were just dangerous stupid people I wanted to avoid. Then, my little brother was killed in a car accident… now, I feel something a lot stronger than dislike against people who drive as if they are alone on the road and in the world. I know they aren’t guilty for my brother’s death, but that doesn’t make me loathe their behavior any less.

    I really like the last three lines, the way the soothe the rage oozing out of the beginning of the poem without removing the sadness birthed by the loss.


  24. thotpurge
    Mar 19, 2019 @ 23:04:42

    That is a tough month, for sure…


  25. Kerry
    Mar 20, 2019 @ 02:59:46

    It’s been decades since i read The Canterville Ghost but it was a favourite of mine. I appreciate the emotion of this poem – some days are hard to bear.


  26. mhmp77
    Mar 20, 2019 @ 20:21:48


    Sing me a sad sad song.
    Today I will wear blue,
    the blue of my loved ones’ eyes.

    How true to be remembered and be enthralled by having blue eyes. They are a rare breed!



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