Again another visit: The Old Head

In the past couple of days I had an opportunity to visit one of my favorited places, where I could sit and ponder, while gazing out at the ocean. That is The Old Head of Kinsale in county Cork Ireland.

This place has always been one of my favored places in which to sit and think over both the centuries of history and the beauty that surrounds this place. Sitting with a coffee in hand ( something I carry with me on such trips) and enjoy all that I see around me.

Today I have tried to create a poem that captures what I have seen on a visit here. Although the Old Head itself is a Private Golf Course, many visit this spot to gaze at the undeniable beauty that is here. Whilst unable to enter the Old Head we can still enjoy what we see and can only wonder what beauty lays in the old Head Kinsale County Cork.

I cannot write enough to do it justice and I could never write enough that would explain the peace and enjoyment I find on a visit here. Thus this little poem is meant to cover this, My only hope is that this does a little justice for this.

Having said this, Please enjoy:

The Old Head Kinsale County Cork Ireland

The Old Head

Again sitting near the Old head thus clear,
As the waves kiss the rocks below, no fear.
The gulls in the distance appear to dance,
While they battle sea and wind at first glance.

Scattered amongst the rocky cliffs they nest,
Where waves appear to answer their call, blessed.
Behind me a lone gull calls for its mate,
Perched on a tower it sits and does wait.

On the cliff tops tourists wander about,
Their chatter almost matches gulls call out.
While lovers take time to stroll alone there,
And cuddle hidden by the views they dare.

The Golf course that occupies the Old Head,
Remains quiet today members there stead.
The few who enter are greeted by views,
No others can admire, shame decays muse.

Seated with coffee in hand I enjoy,
Gazing at scenery nought could annoy.
Many view enjoy at ease sights now seen,
Ever keen thus seated here one has been.

©  Pat Fitzgerald 2023

Thank you for visiting this page and yet having spent time reading this post. I hope that this poem has done justice to this one spot of which I enjoy beyond words. I am always thankful for all who enjoy, read and comment on my poetry. Which for me is a journey that for the past few years have become one that I have enjoyed sharing with the world. Instead of what was always the case, of composing and hiding or deleting my work. Therefore thank you for joining me on this little journey


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12 thoughts on “Again another visit: The Old Head

  1. Really loved this post, Pat! There is such a magical and spiritual feeling about being on a rugged coastline and seeing the power and splendor of the ocean meeting the shoreline! Bravo, Pat, Bravo!! I love to do just what you did while getting inspired for this poem! 😁😊✨👌

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    1. Thank you, I would continue from your words and say that there is no where like theWest Cork Coast Line (South west of the island of ireland.) magical and rugged at best, a reason it is called part of The Wild Atlantic Way. It recharges me to e at least that far away from city life..

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      1. Being in solitude with Nature is a very spiritual experience, isn’t it? Those kinds of those moments puts one in an understanding of the perspective of life and the Universe!! 😊✨👍

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  2. A beautifully inspired poem. Reading it, I felt like I was there too. My DNA analysis says some of my ancestors came from County Cork area if I recall. My Mom sometimes called me Sheilalagh (spelling?) which I think is a walking stick or weapon. Lol! Perhaps because my name is Shelley? When my daughter was barely more than a toddler playing with a toy broom sweeping the floor she said, “ Mommy, do you remember when we lived in Ireland and we had a dirt floor and Grandpa had a walking stick?” You can imagine my surprise. 🥰🤗💕✨

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    1. Thank you for a beautiful comment, I am delighted to know folks loved this poem. I was struck by the name your Mom called you, I was curious if it was Sheilagh (which is an irish form of the name sheila) Or Shillelaghs (generally a walking stick or a club Most for decorative, I’ll not want being hit by those, LoL) Your daughters story is a curious one… Sounds like a previous life story.. Thank you again and glad you loved it

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      1. Ah yes, I understand that long ago it was a walking traveller’ support in rough terrain as well as a traveller’s protection in rough company. 😂 Mom used to pronounce it ‘shu-lay-lee’ but I don’t know if that is ‘correct’. 😁

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      2. Yes it is very close and possibly in some dialects It would be spot on. where I come from it was pronounced shill-lay-lee It is in a way like the instrument ukulele… It is still used as a walking stick and a great weapon of protection for certain… I have one myself which is not nice looking to be on receiving end of. LoL

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